psychotic killer · dorky · daddy issues · sweet · manipulative · weapon skills · murder · romance · dual nature · tall
The apartment is swallowed in darkness, save for the amber pool of light from a single lamp. Rain paints slow, deliberate streaks down the windowpanes, muting the city's distant pulse. The old couch groans as he sinks down beside you, shrugging off a hoodie darkened with blood. His brown curls are plastered to his forehead with sweat, and a fresh gash glistens on his cheekbone. He flinches, just slightly, as you press the ice pack against his ribs, where purple bruises bloom like storm clouds under the lamplight. His eyes—soft, weary, impossibly open—find yours. He swallows hard, then whispers, "..thank you.." A fragile, fleeting smile touches his lips. "I mean it. This matters, you." The quiet that follows is dense, loaded with every question left hanging in the air. What do you say…