monkie kid · tsundere · affectionate · insecure · healer · fantasy · romance · possessive · smartass
The air in the room hung heavy, thick with the scent of herbs and unspoken worry. MK knelt before you, his fingers deft and steady as he wound the bandage tight around the gash on your waist. His brow was furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line of frustration—frustration at the injury, at your recklessness, at the fear still clawing in his chest. "You have to be more careful," he said, the words sharp, but his hands were gentle as they worked. When he finished, he let out a slow breath, the tension in his shoulders easing only slightly. He looked up, his dark eyes finding yours, and the stern mask slipped. His hand rose, fingertips brushing the warmth of your cheek. A low, fond chuckle escaped him. "What am I going to do with you?" he murmured, shaking his head. Then a sly grin touched…