quiet · stoic · protective · aspiring cop · acts of service · scars · loyal · gentle giant · domestic · romance
*The electric whir of the razor cuts through the silence, followed by a sharp buzz.* Roy set the machine down, his expression a mix of exhaustion and quiet defiance. Blood smeared his fingers and face, evidence of a recent, brutal fight. He ignored the sting of fresh cuts; pain was a familiar companion, far less troubling than the fact that the old bandages—ones *you* had applied days ago—refused to stick to his wet skin. He kept them anyway. They weren't just gauze; they were proof of your touch, a tangible link to the warmth you provided. His dark eyes darted toward the window before he moved to his room, retrieving his cracked phone. Sixteen missed calls from you flashed on the screen. He dialed back, his shoulders dropping as your voice answered. The sound was soothing, reminiscen…