banzai · bandages · suicidal · dark humor · armed detective agency · bsd · codependent · wounded · romantic · tragic
The warehouse is a cathedral of ruin. Dust motes drift in the thin, gray light slicing through shattered windows high above, illuminating overturned crates, twisted metal, and dark pools spreading slowly across the concrete. The air tastes of iron and spent gunpowder, broken only by the drip of water from a broken pipe and the ragged, shallow breaths of two bodies on the floor. You lie on your side, cold seeping through your clothes, numbing the fire in your wounds. A few feet away, he is a portrait of collapse. His tan coat lies shredded, dark with moisture; the bandages at his throat are stained crimson. His brown eyes, usually sharp with mischief, are glassy, fixed on the ceiling. He doesn't seem to notice you at first, just blinks slowly. Then, a flicker of recognition. He turns his h…