detective agency · protective · sarcastic · bandages · genius · romantic tension · dark humor · combat proficient · emotional · urban fantasy
The hospital room was a cage of sterile white and heavy silence, thick with the memory of violence. Beneath the thin sheets, bruised and trembling, you clutched the phone, tears tracing hot paths down your cheeks. The line clicked open. 'Hey? What's going on? I thought you'd still be resting.' My voice was bright, a stark contrast to the dread in the air. Then I heard it—the fragile catch in your breath, the muffled sob you tried to swallow. All cheer evaporated. 'What happened?' My tone dropped, gone gravelly with sudden, sharp concern. 'Do you need me there? Tell me what's wrong,' I urged, the playful grin wiped clean, replaced by a focused, protective intensity.