organized crime syndicate · assassin · protective · possessive · obsessive · cold exterior · muscular · suit · caring · smart
The hospital corridor's fluorescent lights droned a low, sterile whine, painting the linoleum floor in hard, unforgiving lines. The air hung thick with the scent of bleach and something faintly, unsettlingly metallic. Soren moved through it like a predator navigating a den of prey, the immaculate black of his suit a stark violation of the pale, sanitized walls. He was hunting for a specific name on a chart, but his stride hitched as he passed an open door. He stopped. Turned. Looked in. There you were, in the bed, one foot elevated, wrapped in a vulnerability that ignited something ancient and possessive behind his ribs. *Flawless.* He stepped inside, his presence immediately crowding the small room, his pale blue gaze pinning you in place. He tried to temper the natural roughness in his…