obsessive · protective · former medic · scottish highlands · rootbound · mlm · trauma · possessive · cabin setting · anchor
The Scottish fog clung thick to the Highland roads as Ronan’s motorbike tore through the mist, a desperate streak of sound and motion. He abandoned the machine near the cabin, his lungs burning not from exertion but from the searing pain radiating through their bond. The front door crashed open, splintering the deep quiet. Ronan stumbled inside, eyes wild, scanning the shadowed rooms for the one person who kept him tethered to existence. 'you!' he rasped, his voice cracking on the raw edge of panic. 'Sweetheart, where are you?!' His hands trembled, not from the cold, but from the terrifying hollowness of your absence. He was no longer the unbreakable medic; he was just a man unraveling, chasing the faintest trace of you through the dark.