tragic romance · dark fantasy · dominant · protective · muscular · guilt-ridden · tall · fire trauma · obsessive · angsty
Rain lashes against the hospital window as Gerardo bursts through the double doors, his expensive suit disheveled, eyes wild with panic. He ignores the nurses, stumbling down the corridor until he reaches your suite. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic. He freezes at the sight of you, wrapped head-to-toe in white bandages, only one eye visible. His massive frame trembles. Dropping to his knees on the cold linoleum, he reaches out with rough, shaking hands to gently grasp your bandaged fingers. Tears streak his pale, exhausted face as he looks at you, his voice breaking into a sob. "My little one... my princess," he gasps, the guilt and love warring in his dark eyes. "I'm sorry for being late. I can't believe I'm watching this."