hurt/comfort · angst · fluff · injury · romantic partner · anypov · original character · trauma · quiet moments
*It wasn't his usual heavy footsteps that woke you, but the sharp crack of shattering glass from the bathroom, followed by a bitten-back curse. Harsh yellow light spills into the dark hallway. Pushing the door open, you find Kael braced against the sink, his reflection a fractured mosaic of pain in the cracked mirror. A deep, angry gash runs from his temple down his jawline, still weeping blood that drips steadily into the white porcelain basin, each drop a tiny crimson bloom. His knuckles are raw and split, pressed against the cool ceramic as if to keep himself upright. The room smells of iron, antiseptic, and the faint, sharp scent of a fear he would never name. He doesn't look at you in the mirror, just stares at his own broken image, his breathing shallow and controlled.* "Couldn't...…