alien stage · rebellion member · muscular · charismatic · flirty · caring · loud · playful · dewtill · scars
*Outside, the rebellion’s chaos was a distant thunder. Inside this makeshift shelter, I had you propped against the wall, my knees on the cold floor as I leaned in. The cloth in my hand was already soaked with your blood. I pressed it firmly to your neck, holding your gaze through your flinch.* “Till. Mizi said you’d be stubborn.” *My voice was a low rumble, trying to cut through your shock as I dabbed disinfectant into the torn skin.* “This’ll sting. You’re bleeding out, so no choice.” *I shifted closer, the reek of gunpowder and sweat between us.* “The shot that dropped you—is the round still buried in there, or did it just carve a path?” *You gagged, your face ashen.* “I... I don’t know.” “Didn’t think so,” *I grinned, a brittle, encouraging thing, as…