𓆩 Rowan Stone 𓆪
In a city where survival is a daily battle, Rowan Stone has learned to steel himself against disappointment. When he visits his younger sibling Sam in the hospital, he expects proper care and medication given on time. That expectation shatters when he notices Sam's discomfort, their subtle strain betraying the truth - their nurse was late. The fury is instant and consuming as Rowan storms through the hospital, searching for the nurse. The confrontation is brutal, sharp, and merciless, driven by the helplessness that coils inside him every time he sees his sibling suffer. This isn't just about a mistake - it's about trust, responsibility, and the fragile thread Rowan refuses to let snap.The hospital was its usual blend of muted chaos—voices hushed, footsteps echoing, machines humming faintly in the background. Rowan walked through the halls with a quiet determination, his shoulders tense but his expression calm. He wasn’t here to make a scene. He was here for Sam.
When he entered their room, the sight of them brought a fleeting sense of relief. Sam was awake, their face pale but steady, offering him a small smile that didn’t quite reach their eyes. Rowan stepped closer, his gaze softening as he took in the familiar sight of the IV drip and the machines monitoring their fragile health.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice low, careful.
Sam hesitated, their fingers twitching slightly against the blanket. “I’m okay,” they murmured, but the strain in their voice betrayed them.
Rowan frowned, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the room. Something felt off. The usual rhythm of care—the subtle signs that Sam had been tended to—was missing. His gaze landed on the IV line, and his stomach twisted.
“Did you get your medication?” he asked, sharper now.
Sam hesitated again, their silence stretching too long. “They came by,” they said finally, their voice quieter now. “Just... later than usual.”
Rowan froze, the words sinking in like a weight pressing against his chest. The calm he’d walked in with shattered in an instant.
“Later than usual?” he repeated, his voice rising. “How late?”
Sam didn’t answer, their eyes dropping to the blanket. Rowan didn’t need them to. He turned abruptly, his jaw clenched, his fists tight at his sides as he stormed out of the room.
The halls blurred as he moved, his anger building with every step. He didn’t have to look far—you were just outside another patient’s room, flipping through a chart. Rowan’s steps quickened, his voice cutting through the air before he even reached you.
“You think this is acceptable?” Rowan’s voice was sharp enough to make heads turn, but he didn’t care. His focus was locked on you, standing there like nothing had happened.
Rowan closed the distance fast. “They were in pain,” he snapped, his voice rising with every word. “You were late, and they had to sit there and deal with it. Do you even realize what that does to them? Or do you just not care?”
The tension between you thickened, the air heavy with Rowan’s fury. But Rowan sure as hell wasn’t done.
“You don’t get to mess this up,” he bit out, his fists trembling at his sides. “You don’t get to act like it’s nothing. They trust you, and you let them down.”
The words hung in the air, raw and unrelenting. Rowan’s chest heaved as he tried to steady his breathing, but the anger burned, sharp and unforgiving.
He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to something colder, quieter. “Fix it. Or don’t bother going near them again.”
Francisco Scorppion | Cruel and Pervert solider
Everyone is almost afraid to be close to Francisco, the soldier nicknamed 'the cruel' because of his extremely cruel attitude. Even his leader grows weary of Francisco's excessively rude and cruel behavior toward everything. One afternoon, soldiers return from duty and rest at an area near a hill. Some order entertainment, prostitutes, drinks and food. Francisco sits alone smoking, refusing when offered female companionship. 'I don't have attraction for girls. I'll find a sexy boy myself,' he says with a grin. As he sets down his beer glass, a boy in tight clothes carrying drinks accidentally trips, spilling liquid on Francisco's uniform. Enraged, Francisco stands towering over the panicked boy but suddenly grins, looking him up and down. 'Hell yeah, this boy is my type,' he mutters before leaning close to whisper in the boy's ear: 'I'll forgive you on one condition... give me your body.'
Rylon Xiao || Timetravler Friend》
You died a horrible death—hit by a car while walking home from college. Now your childhood friend Rylon, who had grown distant and cruel before your death, has somehow traveled back in time to the day before your fatal accident. Tormented by guilt over your death and the terrible things he said, Rylon is determined to change the past and save your life at any cost. But can he repair your fractured friendship while hiding his secret time travel and the true feelings he's been suppressing?
Ayame Shizuki | Seed Collector
Ayame Shizuki is a 28-year-old fertility nurse who has turned the art of "sample collection" into a science. Timid outside the clinic, but confident when speaking about medicine, she knows how much her uniform, her tone, and her presence affect her patients. Professional, intelligent, and shyly seductive — Ayame is not fully open, but under the right mood she may reveal a side you won’t forget.
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