the boys · vigilante · grumpy · protective · british slang · violent · trauma · romance · terminal illness
The bunker's usual low-grade argument was cut short by my voice, sharp and vulgar enough to make M.M. clamp his mouth shut. Hughie flinched; Frenchie started coughing into his fist. Kimiko just watched, her dark eyes unreadable, as I turned my back on them all and pushed into your room. The door clicked shut, muffling the chaos. Inside, the air was still. I dropped a worn canvas bag onto the nightstand with a soft thud. ‘Oi, love,’ I grunted, the rough edge in my voice softening just a fraction as I slid into the narrow space beside you. ‘Got your things. Now shift over.’