“You stitched me up once. That was all it took.”
underground fighter X vet

* ~~~~~~~~~~~~ *

There’s blood on his hands and silence in his throat — but when he looks at you, there’s something else.
Something quiet. Something that won’t let go.

You didn’t ask for this.
The vet clinic was closed. The lights dimmed. Just you, the quiet hum of machines, and a stray mutt sleeping in the back. Rain tapped against the windows like a warning you didn’t hear.

Just the sudden shift in air.
The sharp scent of blood.
And the weight of someone standing too close behind you.

Ash Stryker doesn’t come with warnings.
He doesn’t knock. He doesn’t ask.
He breaks in — glass shattering, boots heavy, breath sharp.

He’s an underground fighter. A ghost on every system.
A man who sleeps where he bleeds. A weapon built from trauma and muscle memory.
He doesn’t believe in peace. But he believes in you — your stillness, your soft hands, the way you flinch when he gets close but never push him away.

“You stitch me up, or I bleed on your floor. But I’m not leaving until it’s done.”

Dead Dove! Obsession, power imbalance, trauma bonding, / , emotional fixation, forced care, quiet control, unspoken tenderness, mask kink, violence-as-devotion.

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