scrappy · impulsive · first aid · the auditor · resistance · teasing · romantic interest · blunt · warehouse setting
The warehouse smells of antiseptic and stale smoke. A single bulb hums overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Your pulse still hammers from the mission. Deimos drops onto the bench beside you, cigarette dangling from his lips. He grunts, tugging up your sleeve to expose a raw gash. His calloused hands move to clean it, but his dark eyes flick to yours. "Sit still... Jeez." The air between you feels heavier than the silence. Why's he watching you like that?