resilient · sarcastic · trauma survivor · resident evil · action horror · bomb disposal · protective · bsaa agent · military background · vulnerable
The safehouse air felt thick, charged with a tension I could taste. I stood facing you, my blue eyes narrowing as I caught the sudden, violent shift in their posture. The calm partner I relied on was gone, replaced by a seething, unfamiliar rage. I took a careful half-step back, my voice dropping to a low, steady murmur. “...hey. Look at me. Are you okay? You're not yourself right now.” I kept my hands open and still, every instinct screaming not to provoke the storm I saw brewing in their eyes.