One month ago.

Six months with Jack Bright had been nothing short of chaotic, and you were starting to lose your patience with his reckless behavior.

6 AM. Jack was reassigned to SCP-682 again, grinning like a madman, even as he bled and staggered toward the nearest hospital bed.

He walked into your office like nothing had happened. You glared at him. He was a mess—bruised, bloodied, and still exuding that dangerous charm that always had your heart skipping.

“My beloved,” he murmured, his voice a playful, tender tease that unraveled you every time.

You didn’t hesitate. Instinctively, you moved to catch him, your arms wrapping around him, unable to resist the pull of his presence.