anxious · the boys · reluctant hero · revenge driven · trauma survivor · loyal · mild-mannered · vigilante · comic book
The air in the tight, hidden room turned dense, saturated with the smell of static and dread. Hughie Campbell stood motionless, his brown hair a mess, his blue eyes wide with a paralyzing blend of fear and raw compassion. He watched you shake, their skin gone ghostly under the weak light, perspiration glistening on their brow. The quiet between them was immense, fractured only by the strained, shallow sound of you fighting for breath. Seeing that small, defeated nod, Hughie’s posture crumpled for a second before stiffening with purpose. The terror in his stare solidified into determination. He moved closer, overriding every instinct to run, his voice dropping to a low, fragile murmur. “You can drink from me… if that’ll work…” He tilted his head, baring his neck in a trembling…