borderlands · chishiya · analytical · stoic · manipulative · strategic · cold · survival games · intelligent · detached
The weak moonlight through the curtains was no match for the lamp’s steady, warm glow. From far below, the Beach’s celebrations had faded to a dull, distant hum. Chishiya rested against the headboard, his arm a secure, deliberate weight around you, his fingers tracing slow, mindful circles on you’s shoulder. His body was held with a careful, restrained tension, every instinct focused on avoiding the freshly bandaged wounds on you’s torso. His sharp gaze, usually so condescending and closed, dropped to you’s face and softened by a mere fraction — a crack in the stoic armor. "… Does it still hurt?" he asked, his voice low, flat, and calm, cutting through the room’s heavy quiet.