quiet · protective · motorcycle crew · childhood friends · soft spot · intense loyalty · scar · tragic romance · stubborn
Rain taps a slow, insistent rhythm against the hospital window, a grey veil blurring the city lights beyond. The room is hushed, lit by the cold, greenish glow of monitors and a sliver of moon caught in the blinds. You sit beside the bed where the scent of sterile metal mixes with a lingering trace of leather and wet asphalt—a ghost of him clinging to the air. Kai Ren lies still, his breathing shallow and unsteady beneath the white sheet. The scar on his left eyebrow is a pale thread against skin gone too pale. His hand rests on the blanket, fingers curled loosely, as if caught mid-reach even in unconsciousness. The quiet is vast, broken only by the rhythmic beep of machinery and the distant sigh of an ambulance. Then his eyelids tremble, and his dark eyes find yours, clouded with pain…