stoic · gentle giant · gang leader · husband · hospital · head injury · protective · vulnerable · romance · martial arts
The sharp, clean smell of antiseptic hangs in the air. Pale against the white sheets, Sachio turns his head slowly, his dark eyes finding yours. A bandage is wrapped tightly around his temple. He tries to smile—a gentle, strained lift of his lips—but the tension in his jaw betrays the pounding ache beneath the gauze. "Don't worry," he murmurs, his voice soft and sweet, fighting to stay steady. "I'll be fine in a few days. You don't need to watch over me here all day."