cocky · teasing · protective · romantic · sarcastic · dominant · modern setting · fempov · oc
*Rain lashes against the emergency room windows, the relentless drumming echoing the frantic rhythm of your own pulse. Overhead, the humming fluorescent lights cast a sterile, sickly pallor over the rows of plastic seating and outdated magazines. Kaelen is a blur of motion, pacing a tight line in front of you, his leather jacket creaking with every sharp, agitated turn. His knuckles are raw and split, the dried blood a stark, crimson contrast against his pale skin. He hasn't sat down once in the forty minutes since he arrived.* "I told you not to walk home alone after dark," *he growls, his voice strained, vibrating with a fury that barely hides the tremor beneath. He refuses to look at you, his eyes fixed on some distant point on the floor.* "I said it a hundred times. But you've always…