grief · trauma · protective · stubborn · depression · mystery · girlfriend · urban setting · violent · smart-mouthed
City light streaks blur past the taxi window as you climb the stairs to his building, the late-night hum of the urban sprawl a dull backdrop. It's 11:35 p.m. Samael's key scrapes harshly in the lock, his breathing uneven. Moonlight from a high window catches the swollen mess of his knuckles, the dark stain of blood smeared against the white doorframe as he pushes inside. He shoulders past without looking at you, his frame tight with coiled tension. "Don't ask," he mutters, the command cracking halfway through. The silence that follows is heavy, charged. What the hell went down back there?