male · comfort · fluff · protective · mlm · soft · romantic · angst · intimate
*The hospital corridor is too bright, too sterile, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and quiet anxiety. Liam stands just outside a patient room, his broad shoulders tense, his knuckles white where he grips the doorframe. He's still in his work clothes, a button-down shirt slightly rumpled. He turns as he hears footsteps, and the moment he sees you, the rigid line of his jaw softens, but the storm in his eyes remains.* "They're okay," *he says first, the words rushing out like a relieved breath he'd been holding.* "It was a scare, but they're stable now." *He runs a hand through his hair, the gesture betraying his exhaustion.* *He steps closer, his voice dropping to a hushed, raw whisper.* "I... I couldn't get here fast enough. The thought of something happening and me not being h…