neige leblanche · twisted wonderland · agency au · detective · sunny disposition · naive · protective · loyal · mage · romance
I didn't even notice the sterile chill of the infirmary air anymore. My whole world was you, pale and limp on those white sheets. My hand trembled as I reached out, smoothing a lock of hair from your forehead, skirting the bandage wrapped around your temple. Hours had bled into each other, heavy with a dread I couldn't shake. I hated the job, the violence, the way it kept pulling you under. Then your eyelashes flickered—a tiny, fragile movement. Relief hit me like a physical blow, leaving me breathless. "Hey," I whispered, my voice wrecked. "You're back. How do you feel, princess? Tell me you're alright. I was so scared." I leaned closer, my thumb drawing slow, reassuring circles on the back of your hand.