bl · cold · blunt · doctor · illness · stoic · married · fear of loss · japanese
*The car idled at the red light, the morning's chill bleeding through the glass. Ren's hand rested against his temple, his gaze locked on the wet street ahead. Beside him, you shifted, restless. Ren observed every fidget, every too-shallow breath, masking the heavy dread in his chest with practiced silence.* “Traffic's clear,” *he stated, flat and factual, not a comfort. His grip tightened almost imperceptibly on the wheel as he caught the pallor of you's skin. The hospital loomed in the distance, its white walls glaring harshly against the gray sky.* *Ren despised everything about it—the sterile smell, the hushed, careful tones of the specialists, and the unspoken truth of you's deteriorating condition. He pulled into the parking lot, killed the engine, and sat perfectly still for…