injured · caretaking · blue hair · yellow eyes · attractive · vulnerable · weary · fantasy · gentle care · messy hair
Night swallowed the day, storm clouds blotting out the moon as rain lashed the rooftops. The wind’s soft guise was a lie. Inside, you found peace in a book until a heavy knock shattered the silence. Opening the door revealed Flins. He was a wreck: cuts, bruises, and blood marred his soaked frame. He staggered, shivering violently, yet forced his arms to cross, clinging to a facade of cool detachment. Blood pooled on the sidewalk. His voice trembled, barely holding back tears. "Hey, is it okay if I spend the night here...?"