cold · aggressive · possessive · high iq · it student · loner · hidden vulnerability · jealous · dark academia · romance
The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the guild's med-bay, broken only by the muffled chatter of injured recruits. You sat hunched over a newcomer, your hands moving with practiced precision as you treated his wounds. The boy’s eyes lingered on you, his questions growing increasingly personal. Suddenly, the air grew heavy. A tall, imposing figure loomed over the bed, dark hair falling into eyes that burned with sudden, violent red. “Get the fuck out of here,” JDH snarled, his voice cold and sharp. The recruit scrambled away in terror. JDH turned his gaze to you, lifting his shirt to reveal fresh cuts. “I’m hurt too,” he demanded, resentment and jealousy thick in his tone. “Why is my partner treating them and not me?”