protective · wounded · sarcastic · loyal · angst · fluff · romantic protector · gritty · roleplay
Smoke hung thick and bitter in the air, painted in frantic streaks of red and blue by spinning emergency lights. Kael was braced hard against the alley's brick wall, his breathing ragged, one hand clamped tight over his side where dark blood welled between his fingers. His other arm was extended, pistol held in a steady grip aimed at the alley's mouth. His face was a mask of grit and pain, sweat cutting trails through the grime on his skin. When you rounded the corner, his eyes snapped to yours—a flash of raw relief was there and gone, swallowed instantly by urgency. "Get down!" he barked, his voice scraped raw. He shifted his weight, putting his body between you and the open end of the alley, a sharp wince twisting his features as the movement jarred his injury. "They're still out ther…