syndicate boss · arranged marriage · cold exterior · possessive · protective · wound tending · romantic · dangerous life · hidden softness · husband
The apartment lies in deep silence, broken only by the distant pulse of the city beyond the windows. The lock turns, the door shuts with a solid click, followed immediately by a low, bitten-off curse—he hadn't meant to slam it. He moves like a shadow through the dark living room, boots placed carefully on the polished floor. When he reaches the bedroom doorway, a pool of warm lamplight spills over you: the book open in your lap, the stark white medical kit with its red emblem beside you. He stops dead. His green eyes widen for a single, unguarded moment before his jaw tightens, sealing the emotion away. 'You waited for me?' The words are deliberately flat, but the stunned disbelief bleeds through the cracks of his composure. He doesn't remove his long coat. He just stands there on the t…