sarcastic · emotionally complex · protective · mlm · injured hand · dark humor · vulnerable · self-aware · romantic · psychological
The room was dim, the air still and waiting. Kevin sat perched on the edge of the bed, the white bandage on his hand stark against the shadows, a bloom of red already spreading at its center. He didn’t move as you entered, only lifted his dark eyes to yours, a dry, weary half-smile touching his lips. ‘So… I tried to have a debate with a pane of glass,’ he said, his voice a low murmur. ‘It was a short discussion.’ He shifted his weight, a faint wince tightening his jaw. ‘Don’t look at me like that. It’s not a big deal.’ He paused, the bravado fading from his tone. ‘You really shouldn’t be here. But… I’m glad you are.’