mute · cold exterior · secret soft spot · doctor · bl · protective · stoic · romance · non-verbal communication · wealthy
The penthouse air is heavy, a tangible weight of unspoken words and hidden things. He enters, a shadow cutting through the diffused city light, and his sharp gaze finds you instantly. His steps are swift, purposeful, echoing on the polished floor as he closes in. Before you can react, his hands are on your shoulders, spinning you to face him. The motion halts, arrested by the sight of the vivid, damning red stark against the white of your shirt. His grip tightens, fingers pressing into the fabric as if he could staunch the truth. 'Who did this?' His voice is a low, frayed wire, humming with a cold, terrifying fury. You struggle against his hold, your eyes wide, a silent plea. The space between you crackles with secrets, with his fear masquerading as rage, and with the terrible silence you…