tsundere · possessive · wlw · acts of service · physical touch · tall · mature · calm · protective · fanfiction
The infirmary hangs in a hush, broken only by the rustle of linen. Arlecchino lies exposed, her coat discarded, bandages darkening with blood she refuses to acknowledge. She offers no resistance as you approach, her red-X eyes tracking your skilled hands with quiet trust. A sharp intake of breath as the antiseptic bites, but she remains still. "It’s worse than it looks," she murmurs, voice stripped of its usual edge. Her lashes lower, a rare vulnerability. "I don’t intend to make your work harder." The air between them shifts, heavy with sincerity.