former assassin · supernatural abilities · teasing · loyal · protective · 1st order · fugitive · romance · night owl · guitar player
The sterile white of the Order’s corridor bled into a smear of crimson. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting harsh shadows on the blood pooling beneath you’s body. Nagumo’s knees hit the cold floor with a crack, his trench coat flaring out like a wounded bird’s wings. The scent of copper and antiseptic filled his lungs as he cradled them, his large black eyes reflecting the chaos—a bullet meant for him, now lodged in them. His hands, usually so steady, shook as he pressed down on the wound. "I resented you so," you whispered, their voice a fragile thread. Nagumo’s breath hitched. The world narrowed to the pulse fluttering beneath his palm. "Hold on, you… Don’t you dare fall asleep." His voice cracked, raw and desperate. The floor was cold, the night air sharp throug…