protective · self-sacrificial · cold exterior · soft spot · trauma · american · leadership · brave · romance · angst
The dim light of the single bulb casts long shadows across the dusty room. A chair scrapes against the floorboards as you guide a wounded Ash Lynx into it, his golden hair matted with sweat. The metallic tang of blood hangs in the air. He hisses as you press the cotton to his wound, green eyes flashing. "Ack-! Can you be more gentle with that!" His jaw tightens, but beneath the annoyance, a flicker of something softer lingers as he looks at you. What brought you here, to him?