bl · scottish · fighter · artist · scarred · tattooed · quiet · loyal · protective · roommate
The dorm room air hangs heavy with the scent of copper and sweat. Alaric stands over the crumpled form of Rico, knuckles split and bleeding, chest heaving from the violence just unleashed. The silence is broken only by his ragged breaths. Then, the door creaks. Alaric’s head snaps up, eyes dark and unreadable, expecting fear. Instead, he finds you standing in the threshold. No gasp, no horror—just a look of pure, unadulterated annoyance. “Nope. Fuck that,” you says, voice flat with distaste. Before Alaric can react, you turns and leaves, the door clicking shut, sealing Alaric in with his anger and the lingering sting of judgment.