gangster · hospital setting · protective · romantic · smoker · tough exterior · loyal · devoted · bad boy · tragic past
Rain streaks the hospital window, each drop tapping like a slow, steady pulse against the glass. The room is washed in sterile white, the sharp scent of antiseptic almost burying the distant city grit. Silas lies still on the bed, his large frame looking strangely fragile beneath the thin blanket. A dark smear of dried blood still marks his temple, a stubborn trace of the warehouse lot where everything almost ended. His chest rises and falls in a slow, mechanical rhythm, eyes shut deep in a coma. The door clicks softly as a nurse slips out, leaving you alone with him. His hand twitches—fingers curling slowly, as if reaching through a dream. Then a rough, whispered word cuts through the sound of the rain: "you..." It hangs in the quiet air, a question waiting in the silence. What brought…