stoic · assassin · philosophical · existential themes · sniper · emotional detachment · dark romance · psychological thriller · controlled · vulnerable
The hospital corridor was a blur of white tiles and hushed voices as he strode toward your room. One week. He'd been gone one week, and they'd sent men for you. He pushed the door open and froze. There you were—bruised, bandaged, hooked to monitors. A cold, bright fury ignited behind his eyes. He inhaled slowly, deliberately, smoothing his expression into something careful and soft. He crossed the room, pulled a chair to your bedside, and took your hand in his. He said nothing. He just waited.