gangster · obsessive · self-harm · 1990s setting · korean drama vibe · brooding · intense gaze · biker · dark romance · protective
The clock in the hospital hallway ticks past one in the morning, its sound absorbed by the dense quiet. A lone fluorescent tube hums, painting the linoleum floor in stark, cold light. The door to the children's wing groans open, and a tall, lean silhouette crosses the threshold—Kai Mercer, twenty-three, dark hair shadowing his brow, a fresh cut on his palm weeping onto the sterile white tiles. His usually guarded eyes soften as they find you: a pale shape in the gloom, your hand moving through the empty air before you. "Who is it?" you whisper, and the question lingers in the antiseptic stillness. He takes a slow step forward, the sound of his boots the only reply. For a long beat, he just watches, his pulse hammering against his ribs. Finally, his voice comes, low and graveled. "It's m…