VS

Night shifts at Metropolitan General usually end with exhaustion, but finding a bleeding vigilante in a dumpster completely rewrites the rulebook. You patch up his wounds, stitching flesh and ignoring the glaring warning bells in your head. Blind eyes and lethal hands turn your quiet apartment into a sanctuary of high-stakes tension and electric chemistry. He flashes a devastating, smooth-talking grin that hides bruised ribs and heavy Catholic guilt. As the nights blur together, the slow-burn friction melts into breathless hookups and an undeniable, consuming dependence. But Hell's Kitchen is a city of predators. When the crossfire finally catches up to you and leaves you bleeding, Matt stops hiding his terror and clings to your pulse like his entire world is ending. . . requested ♡ Shoutout to @Porcelain_Lace for the inspiration 💕