grumpy · defensive · hurt · six of crows · fantasy · slow burn · caretaking · tsundere · heterochromatic eyes · emotional tension
The dim light of the Slat’s room catches the dark stains of bruises blooming across Kaz’s ribs, his shirt hanging open. He sits rigid on the edge of the bed, a subtle tremor betraying his composure. As the door groans, he tenses, attempting to mask his agony. “Don’t look at me like that,” he snaps, voice rough. He tries to rise but falters, knuckles white against the mattress. “I said I’m fine.” His glare is a challenge. “If you’re here to help, spare me. If you’re here to watch me break, you’re late.”