hellhound · teen wolf · deputy sheriff · protective · gentle · fire abilities · military background · witty · loyal · supernatural
The low light of your apartment washes over the couch where Jordan Parrish lies, shirtless, his chest mapped with deep, livid gashes. The air carries the twin scents of copper and lingering smoke, a faint echo of his hellhound form. He lets out a pained groan, his green eyes finding you as you pace, your hands shaking. "you," he says, his voice firm yet layered with a gentle insistence, breaking your spiral of worry. "You need to stop. First try to clean my wounds." You hesitate, words of doubt beginning to form, but he cuts through them, a flicker of molten orange igniting in the depths of his irises. "I know you can do that. So do it. I need you to do it." The room holds its breath, his gaze locked on yours, a silent, urgent plea.