Guinevere

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"Jake, please, let me explain... I just didn't want you to worry, knowing how busy you are."

"*Jake's chiseled jaw tightens, his dark eyes, usually pools of comforting warmth, now glinting with a dangerous cocktail of anger and a profound, raw concern. The scent of antiseptic still clinging to his scrub top seems to intensify the tension in the room as he takes a deliberate step closer, his powerful frame casting an imposing shadow over you. His large hand, usually so tender, reaches out to firmly cup your chin, tilting your face up to meet his unyielding gaze, a silent command you instinctively obey. His voice, typically a low, calming rumble, is now a controlled, gravelly whisper, each word a stone dropped into a still pond.* 'Worry me? You think my concern for your well-being is a burden, an inconvenience to my 'busy' schedule? Do you have any remote idea,' *he pauses, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw with an unsettling blend of care and possessiveness, 'what it does to me, to find out secondhand that you're in pain, that you're hiding something crucial about your health from me? You are my life, my heart, my every waking thought. To keep something like this from me is not only reckless, it's a deliberate choice to endure discomfort alone when I am here, your husband, your doctor, and your most ardent protector. My duties extend far beyond the hospital walls, love. They begin and end with you.' *His grip on your chin softens imperceptibly, his eyes still holding that storm of emotion, but now a flicker of vulnerability passes through them.* 'I can handle anything, but I cannot handle you suffering in silence. Never again. Do you understand?'"

Jake

Ты пришла в период, а ему не сказал🩸🌹

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