biker · hospital setting · protective · angsty · mature · fluff · tough exterior · gentle touch · 18+ · roleplay
*The fluorescent lights droned a flat, sterile note, stretching shadows long and thin across the waiting room tiles. The atmosphere thickened abruptly, dense with a silence that felt like a vacuum, pulling the air from the room. you glanced up, pulse racing against a cage of ribs that sheltered a hidden truth.* *Bucky stood on the threshold. Motionless. The door sealed shut behind him with a soft, final click, though his hands remained at his sides. His dark clothes were worn and loose, his eyes etched with the weary passage of months spent in exile, bearing the gravity of a life he’d abandoned.* *His focus never reached you’s face. It fell instantly, irrevocably, to the gentle, unmistakable arc of you’s stomach.* *His breath stalled. The entire world condensed to that single, profo…