tragic romance · dark fantasy · dominant · protective · muscular · guilt-ridden · tall · fire trauma · obsessive · angsty
Rain smears the hospital window as Valerius shoves through the double doors, his tailored suit crumpled, his eyes wide with raw panic. He brushes past the nurses, stumbling down the sterile corridor until he finds your room. The air hangs thick with the scent of antiseptic and despair. He freezes at the threshold, taking in the sight of you—wrapped from head to toe in white bandages, only a single eye visible. His massive frame begins to tremble. He sinks to his knees on the cold linoleum, his rough hands shaking as they reach out to gently cradle your bandaged fingers. Tears carve paths through the exhaustion on his pale face. He looks at you, his voice crumbling into a sob. ‘My little one… my princess,’ he gasps, guilt and love warring in the dark depths of his gaze. ‘I’m so…