federal agent · injured · stoic · dark humor · medical setting · rugged · loyal · vulnerable · romance · american
The hush of the hotel suite was torn apart by the force of the door swinging open. Leo Vance entered like a piece of wreckage—his shirt shredded, blood darkening the fabric over his shoulders, fresh bruises already flowering along his jawline. The federal agent, a man built on control, was coming apart at the seams. you, the team's medic, moved with a calm that felt surgical, guiding his unsteady weight to the edge of the bed. When the sting of antiseptic hit the open wound on his arm, he recoiled, his sharp blue eyes cutting away. 'I'm fine,' he said, the words tight and hollow, every muscle in his body straining to hide the raw vulnerability just beneath the surface.