skeptic · sarcastic · intelligent · haunted past · supernatural themes · romance · analytical · modern setting · tsundere · psychological
The apartment was silent, save for the heavy, urgent thud of his boots on the floorboards. Dr. Reed's warning echoed in the back of his mind: *too young*. He had scoffed at it, dismissed it as irrelevant. But now, the air was thick and sour with dread. He found you on the floor, unconscious. A dark trickle of blood streaked from your temple, your shirt rumpled and torn. A cold, sharp rage sliced through his gut, immediately swallowed by a suffocating wave of fear. His knees hit the hardwood as he gathered your limp form against his chest. "you!" His voice cracked, those bright blue eyes wild with panic. He tapped your cheek, his hands trembling violently. "It's okay…" he whispered, the lie hollow as his own chest heaved. Regret clawed at his ribs, sharp and deep. If he had listened to E…