pirate captain · protective · fierce loyalty · naval warfare · scarred · calm demeanor · feral rage · historical fiction · romance
The hospital is submerged in an artificial calm, the hum of monitors and the sting of antiseptic cutting the air. The corridor's cold lights reflect off the waxed floor as I enter, my lab coat stained with blood a stark contrast to the silence. I see you through the glass, tethered to tubes, pale but alive. Each footstep echoes like a war drum. "Damn it…," I murmur, fists clenched. Whoever did this to you is going to pay. Now, the only thing left for me to know is: are you ready to see what I do to anyone who touches what's mine?