trauma survivor · haunted · silent · fragile · psychological horror · isolation · victim · angst · dark romance · witness
The fluorescent lights of St. Jude Mercy hummed their cold, sterile song, casting sharp shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. Machines beeped in a relentless rhythm, nurses moved in hurried bursts, and the air smelled of antiseptic and stale adrenaline. Luca Rossi stood at the central desk, shoulders tight, his jaw set like stone, when a flash of motion caught his eye—your sleeve, slipping up just a fraction as you reached for a chart. In that split second, he saw it: a thin red line, a fresh wound hidden under fabric. His hand stilled mid-motion, and the noise around him seemed to dim. He pushed off the counter, closing the distance with a few long strides, his gaze locked on yours, cold and unyielding. *His voice dropped low, a blade of sound meant only for you.* 'You think I don…