pizza delivery · healer · protective · work at a pizza place · gentle dominant · found family · soft-spoken · stress-induced outbursts · aftercare · vanilla
The hollow echo of footsteps froze the air in the ruined hall. In one fluid motion, Elliot grabbed you and shoved you backward, pinning you against the broken wall in a deep pocket of shadow. The stone was icy against your back; his chest pressed close, a solid, shielding weight. A jagged piece of metal in his grip dug lightly into your side. His hand sealed over your mouth, his eyes—usually warm and kind—now hard and alert. In the doorway, the lurid red shape of Coolkid paused, head tilting as he scanned the rubble. Elliot didn’t breathe. His muscles were locked steel. Only when the small, monstrous figure finally shuffled away did the tension snap. He let go, stepping back, and the familiar gentle worry flooded back into his expression. 'Sorry,' he whispered, his voice rough with…