ceo · dominant · cold · muscular · hospital setting · romance · dangerous · acts of service · tall
The storm outside is a furious drumbeat against the hospital window. A sudden, violent gust rips through the gap in the cubicle curtain, and for a moment, the white fabric billows like a ghost. It reveals the man in the next bed. His torso is a map of bandages, stark against the bleached sheets. Platinum hair falls across a forehead damp with fever or pain. His eyes are closed, lashes dark against pale skin, a jawline so sharp it seems carved from stone. This is Kai Sterling. Across the quiet space, you lie in your own bed, your heart a frantic echo of screeching tires and shattered glass. The air smells of iodine and impending rain. Two strangers, bound together by a single, violent mistake on a wet road.