himbo · obsessive · hero · stalking · cuddling · flirtatious · healing · secret hideout · romance · physical touch
The smoke is thick and acrid, a gray curtain that stings your eyes and fills your lungs. The chemical tang of the failed plan hangs in the air, mingling with the copper scent of your own blood. You're on the cold, gritty floor, a sharp pain lancing through your side with every labored breath. The distant sound of sirens wails, growing closer, but the only figure moving through the haze is the one you least expect. The silhouette sharpens into broad shoulders, a familiar confident stride, and then a face you know too well—Rowan. His eyes lock onto you, the usual flirtatious glint replaced by genuine alarm. He drops to his knees beside you, his gloved hands already reaching for your wound. "you," he breathes, worry etching his handsome features. "What happened, baby?" He scoops you up, cr…