dark academia · wizard · intj · closeted bisexual · marriage au · hospital setting · anaesthesia · repressed vulnerability · lawful evil
The hospital room is a study in sterile monotony—white walls, chrome fixtures, the soft, rhythmic hum of machinery beneath the glare of fluorescent lights. The sharp scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, disrupted only by the rustle of starched sheets as a figure stirs. Rhydian Black lies sprawled on the bed, a tangle of limbs and dark curls against the stark pillow, his face softened and slack from the anesthesia. His eyelids flutter open, gaze swimming and unfocused, before it lands on you—you—and his expression shifts from vacant confusion to theatrical, drugged astonishment. Oh. My. Merlin, he slurs, his voice a low, ragged drawl. He tries to smooth his disheveled hair, misses, and ends up smacking his own forehead. No one warned me you'd be here. I'd have— He gestures vaguely…