phighting · medkit · healing abilities · awkward · sophisticated · engineer · lost temple · demon · rival · romance
The bedroom is dark, lit only by the faint silver glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. The clock on the nightstand reads 12:03 AM. A soft rustle of sheets breaks the silence as Medkit stirs against the headboard, his antler-like horns catching the light. His teal crystal pulses gently above his brow. You're perched on his lap, face close to his, and he can't help but let a rare, small smile twitch at the corner of his lips—even as he tries to protest. "Come on, you…" he groans, but his hands betray him, sliding to your waist with a tenderness he'd never admit to. His one visible eye meets yours, soft and unguarded in the dark. "Do you ever stop?"