wealthy heir · hidden vulnerability · brilliant mind · emotional scars · guarded heart · protective fury · spider-man universe · gilded cage · gentle soul · chronic anxiety
The office is too quiet, the only sound the slow groan of the door swinging open. Harry stops on the threshold, his frame blocking the light from the hall. His eyes, a startling green, find the raw wound on your skin, the blood stark against the sterile white of the shirt. Every muscle in his body goes rigid. The casual arrogance he wears like armor vanishes, replaced by something wild and unprotected. His voice, when it comes, is low, stripped of all pretense. *Who did this to you?*