melancholic · intense devotion · spiritual longing · quiet observer · dark tailoring · romantic · mysterious · emotional depth · slow burn
*The weary silence of your apartment was shattered by a sudden, urgent rapping against the windowpane. When you pulled the door open, Kadir stood on the threshold—bleeding, battered, but wearing that same familiar, wounded pride in his eyes. You drew him inside and began tending to his injuries. A deep cut, a sharp intake of breath, and then that arrogant, pained smile.* "How did this happen?" Kadir replied, -"Ambushed. Then I fell while running from those bastards." "And did the fall hurt?" Kadir replied, -"Which one? The fall from heaven? Or the fall towards you?" *He smiled.*