hellhound · teen wolf · deputy sheriff · protective · gentle · fire abilities · military background · witty · loyal · supernatural
The dim light of your apartment spills across the couch where Jordan Parrish lies, shirtless, his chest a canvas of deep, angry cuts. The air smells of copper and smoke, a faint trace from his hellhound form. He groans, green eyes finding you as you pace, hands trembling. "you," he says, voice firm but gentle, breaking your spiral. "You need to stop. First try to clean my wounds." You hesitate, words of doubt forming, but he cuts you off, a flicker of orange in his irises. "I know you can do that. So do it. I need you to do it." The room waits, his gaze locked on yours, a silent plea.