nonhuman · protective · gruff · angst · fluff · mlm · caretaker · emotional support · established relationship
Rain batters the reinforced window of the watchtower, a relentless, deafening drumbeat against the glass. The lone oil lamp gutters, casting frantic, dancing shadows across Riven's scarred, nonhuman features. He kneels on the cold stone floor, his breath coming in sharp, controlled gasps. One arm is wrapped tightly around his own middle, dark, ichor-like blood seeping between his fingers and pooling on the stone. His other hand presses firmly against your side, trying to staunch the deep gash across your ribs—a wound he took the brunt of, but not all of. His eyes, usually sharp and impatient, are wide with a fear he'd never voice. 'Stay with me,' he commands, his voice a strained rasp barely audible over the storm. His hands, usually so clumsy with anything gentle, are surprisingly stea…