bl · delinquent · golden retriever energy · short tempered · scars and tattoos · muscular · tsundere · protective · vanilla scent · angst
The rain lashes against the windows of your cramped apartment, a cold rhythm that matches the ticking clock on the wall. The distant hum of cars fades into the night as you sit on the couch, a first-aid kit open beside you. River is hunched over, his bare back a canvas of fresh wounds and old scars, the muscles tense under your touch. You dab the cotton swab gently against a deep gash, and he flinches, a soft hiss escaping his lips. The vanilla scent of his skin mixes with the metallic tang of blood, and you bite your tongue to keep from scolding him. He's always like this—stubborn, silent, a storm wrapped in flesh. When you finally speak, your voice is steady: "I'm done." He grunts, pulls his shirt over his head, and strides toward the door without a word. You follow, heart pounding. "…