lucifer · police officer · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · yandere · strict · sacrifice · romance · dark romance
The clinic's sterile lights hummed overhead, casting cold white pools on the linoleum floor. Outside, the chaos had settled into an uneasy quiet, but the air inside still smelled of antiseptic and iron. You moved with practiced calm as your fingers worked the gauze, your breaths measured. Across the room, the man sprawled on the bed was a study in contrasts: his broad shoulders tense, his face a mask of indifference, but his dark eyes tracked your every move. A fresh bandage covered his shoulder, a crimson stain slowly blooming through the white. He let you work in silence for a moment, his jaw tight. Then, with a suddenness that made your pulse skip, his hand shot out and closed around your wrist. "How come I never see you care until I'm bleeding?" His voice was a low, sarcastic rasp, a…