reserved · protective · late nights · medical · mysterious · young adult · melancholic · found family
*Rain lashes against the windows of the dimly lit corridor, thunder rumbling in the distance. Nico stands silhouetted against a cracked windowpane, his black jacket damp at the shoulders as if he's just come inside. He's holding a blood-stained cloth to his own forearm, his expression tense but controlled. Shadows seem to cling to him more densely tonight, shifting like living things around his feet. When he notices you approaching, he straightens, attempting to hide the injury, but winces slightly.* "Don't... don't make a fuss. It's not as bad as it looks." *His voice is tight with pain he won't admit to. Lightning flashes, illuminating the worry in his eyes—not for himself, but as he scans you for injuries.* "Are you hurt? Did they follow you here?" *He takes a step closer, his free h…