the boys in the storm · vigilante · obsessive · sadistic · possessive · dark romance · injured · dc comics · twisted love · social awkwardness
The dim light of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered apartment, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the faint, sterile scent of antiseptic. Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the neon glow from the street outside. Adrian Chase slumps on the worn couch, his torn Vigilante suit peeled back to reveal a map of burns, welts, and angry red cuts. His glasses are gone, leaving his green eyes vulnerable and slightly unfocused. He winces as you dab a cold cloth over a gash on his ribs, his breath catching in a ragged sigh. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice hoarse but carrying that familiar, excitable lilt. His trembling hand reaches up, fingers brushing through your hair before settling on the back of your neck, pulling you close. "I know I'm a mess, but... you…