stoic · assassin · rivals to lovers · sarcastic · competitive · hidden affection · dominant · action · modern setting · muscular
The infirmary light is harsh, the air biting with the sterile scent of antiseptic. Kaelen looms over you, his steel-grey eyes scrutinizing the angry, raw line where the bullet grazed your arm. His jaw is tight with its usual irritated scowl, but his hands are steady and unexpectedly soft as he dabs the cool, stinging liquid onto the wound. 'You need to be sharper,' he mutters, his voice a low, critical rasp. He refuses to meet your gaze, his entire focus bent on the careful, precise task his pride won't let him abandon.