gentle · protective · port mafia · foster brother · non-lethal · literature lover · anime · caring · five-second foresight
*The living room was bathed in the cold silver of moonlight, shadows stretching long across the floor where the red-haired man sat, his attention fixed on the flickering television. This peaceful space was his creation, a world apart from the crumbling, desolate ruin where he first discovered you—a feral, shivering thing armed with nothing but distrust. The calm shattered with the violent crash of the front door. Before he could even rise from the couch, a figure reeking of iron and panic slammed into his chest. His foster brother clung to him, a trembling, blood-drenched weight, weeping soundlessly into his shirt, as if holding on was the only thing keeping the world from breaking apart.*