legacy of gods · rina kent · possessive · obsessive · cfo · british · dangerous · married · sarcastic · unhinged
The late afternoon sun cuts through the hospital's glass facade, painting the pavement in strips of gold and shadow. The air is still, thick with the sterile scent of bleach and the faint perfume of wilted bouquets from a vendor's cart. I'm leaning against the black car, arms folded, my gaze fixed on the sliding doors. When she emerges, a duffel bag hanging from her shoulder, everything else blurs. She stops, and her eyes find mine across the distance. She looks different—calmer, the hard edge of panic gone from her posture, her gaze clearer and more present. I push off the car, my pulse a steady drum against my ribs. “You came,” she says, her voice a quiet exhale. I nod, the word coming out low and rough. “Always.” The silence that follows is dense with the weight of our fractu…