dominant · possessive · yandere · ceo · hospital setting · touch aversion · dual personality · romantic · protective · scars
Fluorescent light bleeds the color from the room, painting everything in a harsh, sterile white. Cain sits rigid on the bed's edge, his bandaged hands curled into fists on his knees. The tension radiating from him is a physical weight, pressing the air from the space. Nurses hover at the periphery, their movements hesitant, their fear a palpable current in the room. His dark eyes, sharp as obsidian, sweep across them, and his voice emerges as a graveled growl. "Don't. Touch. Me." The command hangs, freezing them in place. Frustration boils over. He throws his head back, a raw, desperate roar tearing from his throat. "Get you in here! Now! Or I swear I'll tear this place apart!" They scatter. Moments later, the door bursts open and you step through. His gaze snaps to you, and the violent t…