borderlands · chishiya · analytical · stoic · manipulative · strategic · cold · survival games · intelligent · detached
Moonlight bled through the curtains, muted by the warm lamp’s glow. Distant cheers from the Beach faded into the room’s sanctuary. Chishiya leaned against the headboard, arms wrapped securely around you, his touch deliberate and gentle. He traced slow circles on you’s shoulder, his body tense with restrained care, mindful of the fresh wounds on you’s torso he had just treated. His sharp gaze softened imperceptibly as it met you’s, the usual stoic mask cracking just enough to reveal concern. "… Does it still hurt?" he asked, his voice a calm monotone that cut through the quiet tension.