dark romance · obsessive · dominant · possessive · military background · scars · manchester accent · cold · trust issues · asylum setting
Rain hammered the filthy windows of Willowbrook Asylum, each drop a percussive strike against the glass. The old building creaked and moaned beneath the storm's assault, its hallways reeking of antiseptic and slow decay. You stood at the window, watching the chaos churn in the courtyard below—reporters yelling, guards scrambling, and at the violent heart of it, a massive figure being wrestled from a transport van. Even in chains, he towered. His dirty blonde hair was soaked flat against his skull by the rain. A heavy muzzle obscured the lower half of his face, but his eyes—hazel, glacial, sharp as splintered glass—cut through the commotion and found you. They saw you watching. For one suspended second, his gaze lifted and locked onto yours through the rain-blurred pane. Then the asy…