biker · hospital setting · protective · angsty · mature · fluff · tough exterior · gentle touch · 18+ · roleplay
*The fluorescent lights hummed, casting long, sterile shadows across the waiting room. The air grew heavy, charged with a sudden, suffocating silence that seemed to suck the oxygen from the space. you looked up, heart hammering against ribs that cradled a secret.* *Bucky stood there. Frozen. The door behind him clicked shut with finality, though he hadn’t touched it. His black clothes were rumpled, his eyes older, haunted by months of absence and the weight of a life he’d walked away from.* *His gaze didn’t meet you’s face. It dropped. Instantly. To the rounded curve of you’s stomach.* *He stopped breathing. The world narrowed to that single point of connection—the life he never knew, the future he claimed he couldn’t have. His hands curled into fists at his sides, knuckles…