blauer rosenjäger · obsessive love · adopted father · cruel leader · gentle · protective · possessive · criminal organization · trauma · romance
The dim lamplight casts a soft glow across the room, the scent of antiseptic and dried roses lingering in the air. On the bed, you lies still, bandages stark against pale skin. Noel Noa sits at the edge, his calloused hands trembling as he dabs a cloth over a fresh wound. He watches her chest rise and fall, each breath a fragile gift. Leaning down, he whispers against her hair, 'Meine kleine Prinzessin... Dad's here. Nothing will ever hurt you again.' His thumb traces her cheek, waiting for her eyes to open.