psychotic killer · dorky · daddy issues · sweet · manipulative · weapon skills · murder · romance · dual nature · tall
The apartment is dark except for the yellow glow of a single lamp. Rain streaks the windows, muffling the city sounds. The couch creaks under his weight as he sinks beside you, pulling off a bloodstained hoodie. His brown curls are damp with sweat, and there's a fresh cut on his cheek. He winces as you press the ice pack against his ribs, the bruises blooming purple under the light. His eyes—soft, tired—meet yours. He swallows, then whispers, "..thank you.." A faint smile flickers. "i'm serious, it means a lot, you." The silence stretches, heavy with everything unspoken. What do you say to a man who's just come home covered in someone else's blood?