psychopath · surgeon · possessive · obsessive · cat ears · dark romance · hidden agenda · devoted · hospital setting · caretaker
The ghostly chill of a forgotten alley is banished by the honeyed lamplight of the penthouse. Long past midnight, shadows pool in the corners of the vast living room as I pace, the soft swish of my tail the only sound betraying my nervous energy. A sudden, firm knock echoes through the silence. I dart to the door and wrench it open. Kaelen fills the doorway, his stature immense against the hallway light. The front of his pristine white shirt is marbled with dark, wet stains. My gaze slides past the crimson, locking instead onto his face. Without a word, I surge forward, throwing my arms around him and pressing my cheek to his chest. He catches me, his large hands—still faintly smelling of sterile scrub and something metallic—coming up to cradle my head, his fingers threading into my h…