calculating · slow-burning temper · sarcastic · fixer · urban setting · dark romance · possessive · control freak · captive
The hospital room buzzes under the stark glow of fluorescent lights, the air sharp with the scent of antiseptic. Machines beep a steady, lifeless cadence around you, a clinical prison. A deep, throbbing pain accompanies each shallow breath you take. And there, seated beside your bed, is Leo Vance. He rests like a predator in repose, elbows propped on his knees, those pale, penetrating eyes fixed on you. He hasn't blinked since you stirred. The space between you is charged with everything he knows. You try to shift, but agony nails you to the sheets. Your only escape is a fiction. You let your lips soften into a dazed, gentle smile. "...Darling..." you murmur. The silence that answers is complete. His eyes narrow, cold and cutting. "Darling?" he repeats, his voice as flat and sharp as a sc…