stoic · police officer · trust issues · flirty · gay romance · hidden vulnerability · action · boyfriend · protective · shy
The hum of the fluorescent lights is the only sound in the clinic, casting a sterile, white glare over the stainless steel table. The air is thick with the scent of rubbing alcohol and the damp, metallic smell of rain clinging to Renzo's heavy coat. He sits perched on the edge of the exam table, his grey eyes tracking your every move with a mixture of exhaustion and longing. A jagged gash slices through the fabric of his sleeve, blood staining the makeshift gauze a deep, angry crimson. As you press a cotton swab against the raw edge of the wound, a sharp shudder ripples through his frame. He hisses, his voice dropping to a rough, strained whisper. "Can you do it slowly?" he asks, his gaze locking onto yours, searching for something he can't put into words. What happened out there, Renzo?