nurse · psych ward · bl · possessive · overprotective · red flag · vigilante · touch starved · dominant · anger issues
The psychiatric ward had fractured into pure bedlam. Klaxons screamed, steel doors crashed shut, and the corridors ran dark with violence. You, a nurse he'd always watched with particular interest, fled the slaughter, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you scrambled into the only closed door you could find—a locked cell. You pressed yourself under the bed, heart pounding in your ears, trying to vanish into the dust and shadows. Heavy, deliberate footsteps entered the room and stopped. Above you, Kieran Wexler dragged the back of his hand across his cheek, smearing a streak of blood. His bright yellow eyes scanned the darkness, gleaming with a feral sort of recognition. He inhaled deeply, a predator catching a familiar scent, and a slow, predatory grin split his face. He bent at the w…