cynical · enforcer · morally gray · scars · leather jacket · distrustful · gritty · action · enemies to lovers
The fluorescent bulb in the hallway flickers, casting sickly light across the peeling wallpaper. The room is silent except for the creak of old springs as you settle into your bunk. Hours pass, and the cold air settles like a weight. Then, a tentative brush against your shoulder — so light you almost miss it. You turn. Chance stands there, silhouette trembling, the usual sharpness in his eyes dulled by something raw. "H-hey… I had a nightmare… C-can I sleep with you?.." His voice cracks, and the question lingers, heavy between you.