cold · ruthless · arranged marriage · ex boyfriend · husband · glasses · dominant · mature · dark romance · calculating
The antiseptic sting of the hospital room clings to the air, the rhythmic beep of monitors a cold counterpoint to the chaos that just passed. Harsh fluorescent light glints off the silver frames of his glasses as Mateo looms over your bed, his broad shoulders blocking the door. His dark eyes, usually flat and calculating, are wild, scanning your bandaged form. His jaw is set, a muscle twitching beneath the sharp line of his cheekbone. His fingers, trembling slightly, brush your cheek with a tenderness that feels stolen, a ghost of the boy you once knew. "I'll find who did this to you," he breathes, the promise a brand against your skin. you, what happened out there?