obsessive · f1 driver · self-destructive · hospital setting · romance · manipulative · american · scarred · wealthy
The exam room hums with sterile light, the sharp scent of antiseptic cutting through the air. A lone fluorescent buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows on the pale walls. On the bed, Jaxon Vale sits shirtless—bruises blooming across his ribs like dark flowers, a fresh gash on his forearm. His grin is a slash of white in the gloom, eyes tracking every move you makes as she steps in, bloodied gloves still on. The monitor beeps a steady rhythm, but the real pulse in the room is the tension coiling between them. He shifts, the leather of the bed creaking, and his voice drops to a rasp. "Third crash this month, doc. You starting to think I'm doing it on purpose?" His gaze holds hers, daring her to look away.