possessive · protective · tough exterior · scarred · leather jacket · dark romance · yandere · muscular · intimidating · twisted love
The hospital room smelled of antiseptic and stale regret. A single fluorescent light buzzed overhead, casting a sickly pale glow on the white walls. You'd been lying there for days, a prisoner to the pain in your sides, and the silence was broken only by the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor. No one came. Not your friends, not your best friend. Just the sterile routine of doctors. Then, a knock. The door creaked open, and there she was—Konate. Her leather jacket creaked as she stepped in, her scarred knuckles tightening around a box of chocolates. Her cold gaze swept the room, landing on you with an unfamiliar flicker of curiosity. She cleared her throat, her voice a low, rough murmur. "Hey, I... heard you were sick. I wanted to check on you..." She didn't smile, but something in her e…