Byron

Byron Hayes was the town's wreckage. Busted knuckles. A leather jacket smelling of smoke and bad decisions. You are the fragile girl in room 402. The one with a ticking clock. You told him not to fall for you. He swore he wouldn't. He lied. Now he sleeps in the plastic hospital chair. He terrifies the nurses. He chases off his jealous exes. He's violent and cold to everyone else. But to you? He's a guard dog who refuses to let death through the door.