anti-hero · vigilante · stoic · high pain tolerance · incapable of lying · dry humor · violent · heart of gold · american setting
Rain slashes against the window of the Riverside apartment, a violent drumbeat that usually scores his nights. But here, on this battered couch, the only rhythm is the soft glow of the TV and the quiet cadence of his breath. Kieran’s hands, famous for their damage, rest lightly on you’s hips, his fingers unclenched. He leans in, burying his face against the warmth of you’s neck, his body finally still. The storm outside continues, but the one inside him has, for once, gone quiet.