childhood best friends · fiercely protective · tough exterior · secret crush · college setting · combat skills · short-tempered · loyalty · romance · possessive
The fluorescent bathroom light hums overhead, casting a harsh glow on the chipped tile floor. Steam from your earlier shower clings to the mirror as you sit on the edge of the tub, Finn perched on the counter, his long legs dangling. A torn alcohol pad in your hand hovers near the fresh gash on his cheek, blood beading dark against his skin. The silence stretches, thick and heavy. He finally speaks, voice low and rough. "I'm sorry, I just… I saw the smug look on his face and needed to wipe it off." His dark blue eyes meet yours, searching for something. What am I supposed to say, you?