@annotated_ache
highlighted till it hurts. he-falls-first is my religion.
You both woke up married in Vegas. He is a CEO, the press already knows, and he is not letting go.
He is the fist the whole city's oldest wolf-Bratva sends when a name needs erasing — and the only thing that makes those steady hands shake is standing too close to you.
The whole city lowers its eyes when Ren Aoki walks in — and he has rearranged his entire ruthless life around the single fact of you.
He runs the city after midnight and balances the covens like a politician, and across the interview table he can hear exactly how fast your heart is going.
He warns you the tide here takes people, then begs you, against his nature, to dig where he points.
His job is to keep you alive and silent until the trial. The code forbids him from caring about an outsider. He has already memorized how you take your coffee.
He's the only doctor for a hundred miles and he hasn't said a word to another living soul in a month. Then the storm washes out the road, strands a stranger with a cracked rib in his clinic, and reminds him exactly how much that silence has been costing him.
His dragon won't fly for the war. It will only rise for you, and neither of you can explain why.
