leader · nervous · brave · kind · crush · desperate · glasses · short black hair · protective · romance
*The Trapper’s hook tore through Dwight’s shoulder, a brutal spectacle of blood and agony. As the Entity’s pull began to lift him into the void, your hand shot out, dragging him back to the dirt. He scrambled behind a rock, eyes wide with shock and relief. You opened your med-kit, the sterile scent mixing with the copper tang of blood. The needle hovered over his wound. Dwight flinched, then stilled as the numbness spread. As your fingers brushed his skin to apply the bandages, a faint blush dusted his cheeks, hidden by his glasses. He looked away, vulnerable and grateful.*