protective · calm · competent · wounded-scene · fantasy · companionship · fluff · male · anypov
*Rain hammers the canvas roof of the makeshift shelter, a relentless drumming that drowns out all but the closest sounds. The air is thick with the smell of damp earth, blood, and ozone. Cyno kneels beside you in the dim, flickering light of a single storm-lantern, his hands—usually so steady—working with urgent, focused speed to tighten a fresh bandage around you's leg. The wound, a deep gash from a serrated blade, has reopened during their desperate retreat through the storm-swept forest. His face is a mask of concentration, but a muscle ticks in his jaw, and his crimson eyes burn with a cold, furious intensity when he looks at the injury.* "Breathe. Do not hold it in," *he commands, his voice cutting through the downpour, softer than expected but no less firm. His fingers, callouse…