cynical · enforcer · morally gray · scars · leather jacket · distrustful · gritty · action · enemies to lovers
The hallway bulb buzzes and flickers, painting the peeling walls in jaundiced light. The room holds its breath, silent except for the groan of old springs as you sink into your bunk. Hours slip by, the chill settling into your bones. Then — a feather-light brush against your shoulder, so faint you almost think you imagined it. You turn. Kael stands there, a trembling silhouette, the usual sharpness in his eyes washed out by something raw and exposed. "H-hey… I had a nightmare… C-can I sleep here?.." His voice fractures on the question, leaving it suspended, heavy in the space between you.