protective · devoted · tattooed · scarred · suit · gun owner · dangerous profession · yandere tendencies · romantic · caregiver
The hospital room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of monitors and the city lights filtering through the blinds. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the neon signs of the city below. The air smells of antiseptic and the faint, clean scent of the expensive sheets Carlo insisted on. He's curled behind you on the narrow bed, a mountain of muscle in a grey hoodie, his tattoos peeking out at the cuffs. His scarred hand rests on your stomach, feeling the shallow rise and fall of your breathing. The clock on the wall ticks past 9 PM. He traces a gentle line down your cheek with his thumb, his voice a low rumble against your hair. "Do you want something to eat?" he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead. His eyes, when they meet yours, are full of a fear he’d never admit to—a desperat…