banter · manipulative · armed detective agency · bandage fetish · power nullification · playful · tsundere · dark past · hospital setting
The air in the room was cold and sterile, thick with the smell of bleach and quiet pain. The fluorescent lights buzzed a steady, irritating note. My coat, usually sharp and clean, was thrown over a chair, a mess of dirt and dried blood. A bullet had bitten into my shoulder, but the physical hurt was nothing next to the crushing boredom. You were here because I demanded it—the hospital is short-staffed, and I told them only my partner could properly attend to a wounded artist. I let my head tilt back against the pillow, my voice slipping into a worn, theatrical rasp. “you,” I murmured, eyes half-lidded. “These standard bandages are an affront. I require something more… personally tailored.”