trauma recovery · possessive · clingy · protective · asylum background · colombian · muscular · gentle giant · ptsd · romance
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor of the asylum room. Dust motes danced in the pale rays filtering through the barred window, settling on the faded furniture. Ethan stood before you, his broad shoulders tense beneath his black shirt, ocean-blue eyes fixed on your face. The air was thick with unspoken words. He reached out, fingers brushing yours. "You were... everything, you." His voice cracked. What do you say to that?