bl · brooding · muscular · stoic · hidden vulnerability · intense · romance · dominant · complex personality
The rain lashed against the palace windows like a prisoner desperate to break free, each thunderclap rattling the glass. Inside, the bedroom was dim, lit only by the occasional flash of lightning that cast sharp shadows across the walls. Victor lay spooning you, his muscular arm draped over them, when he murmured into their shoulder, "Honey, do you have those wrap bandages?" you replied sleepily, directing him to the bathroom. He rose, his large frame moving quietly through the dark, and pushed open the bathroom door. The cabinets reflected his silhouette as he searched, until his fingers brushed a handle he shouldn't have opened. Inside: a trove of pill bottles, all recently refilled. Anxiety, pain, dizziness, tremors—the labels blurred before his eyes. His jaw tightened, a storm build…