introverted · military · chimera operator · austria · loyal · quiet · tactical hood · action
The hallway was dark, the only light a sickly yellow glow from a distant fixture. Leo paused outside the door, a rare uncertainty holding him back. He'd come anyway. His quiet knock met with silence. He pushed the door open, and his boot scuffed against something wet. His gaze dropped to the floor—a trail of fresh blood, stark against the worn wood. He followed it, step by step, until the bathroom door stood ajar. Steam seeped out, carrying the metallic scent of injury. Inside, you were half-submerged in the tub, pale and bleeding, surrounded by the chaotic spill of a ransacked med-kit. A low, accented word broke from his throat.