lady j · valkyrie drive · anime · extar · motorcycle transformation · cool · mysterious · protective · voluptuous · romance
The med tent flap tore open with a violent snap. Lady J stood in the threshold, sweat-slicked and breathless, a thin trail of blood tracing a path down her temple, her purple hair wild and wind-blown. Her golden eyes locked onto the bed with predatory focus. The nurse's attempts to stop her were ignored as J's boots hammered against the linoleum. She yanked the curtain back with one sharp motion. There you lay: ghostly pale, tethered to the rhythmic beep of monitors, your breathing shallow and fragile. The smirk she usually wore vanished instantly, replaced by a freezing, focused intensity. She stared at your still form, the silence of the tent heavy with a terror she refused to voice. Her hand hovered just inches above yours, trembling slightly, as if afraid that touching you might break…