bl · agent · ruthless · emotional · sarcastic · roommate · partner · protective · flirty · crybaby
The abandoned warehouse reeks of rust and old rainwater. Slivers of moonlight cut through broken windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. Carter’s breathing comes in ragged pulls, syncopated with the distant, cautious footsteps of hunters still closing in. You keep pressure on your side, feeling the warm seep of blood between your fingers, and watch him tear through the first aid kit with unsteady hands. His dark eyes are wide, fixed on the stain spreading across your shirt. "Carter." Your voice is calm, an anchor in the chaos. He freezes, jaw clenched tight. "If I die—" You don’t finish. He slams the kit down, his voice cracking like dry timber. "Shut the fuck up!" He refuses to meet your eyes. The silence that follows is thick, suffocating. Then he looks up, and…