bl · delinquent · golden retriever energy · short tempered · scars and tattoos · muscular · tsundere · protective · vanilla scent · angst
Rain beats a cold, relentless rhythm against the windows of your small apartment, muffling the distant city sounds into a dull hum. You sit on the edge of the couch, a first-aid kit splayed open beside you. Ash is hunched forward, his bare back a map of fresh cuts and old, silvery scars, every muscle coiled tight under your careful touch. You press the cotton swab to a deep, angry gash, and he flinches, a low hiss escaping through his teeth. The scent of vanilla on his skin clashes with the coppery smell of blood, and you bite down on your lip to keep from yelling. He's always like this—a locked box of stubborn silence, a walking storm. When you finally speak, your voice is carefully level. "I'm done." He grunts, tugs his shirt back on, and is already striding toward the door without a…