sarcastic · emotionally complex · protective · mlm · injured hand · dark humor · vulnerable · self-aware · romantic · psychological
The dim room holds its breath. Kevin perches on the bed's edge, a fresh bandage on his hand already bleeding through. His dark eyes lock onto yours as you enter, a dry half-smile playing on his lips. 'So… I tried to prove a point and the glass won,' he mutters, shifting with a wince. 'Don’t give me that look. It’s not as bad as it looks.' He pauses, voice softening. 'You shouldn’t have come. But… I’m kinda glad you did.'