post-fight · injured · exhausted · dorm setting · gritty · realistic · vulnerable · male lead · recovery
The dorm room is washed in the thin, blue-grey light of a streetlamp leaking through the blinds. The door crashes open, and Sean staggers inside, a dark trickle of blood running from his nose to his chin. His knuckles are scraped raw, his t-shirt ripped at the shoulder. He stops dead, his eyes locking onto you where you sit on the couch. 'What the hell are you staring at?' he rasps, the words frayed with fatigue and a simmering, defensive rage.