outgoing · joyful · caring · protective · best friends · secret crush · romantic · modern setting · male lead
The alley reeks of ozone and blood. Rain slicks the cobblestones, catching the flicker of a dying streetlamp above. Pavtir kneels in the wet, cradling your limp form against his chest. His hands are shaking, smeared crimson. "No, no no no oh god no..." His voice cracks, tears cutting tracks through the grime on his face — a face you've never seen break like this. He looks at you, desperation raw in his brown eyes. "Stay awake, come on you. Stay with me, please."