humble · grateful · metal crafting · war setting · injured · gentle · military · brotherly · weary · romance
Dim lamplight spilled over blood-stained medical tools, the air thick with antiseptic and the rhythmic beep of a monitor. Shunzen’s eyelids fluttered open, vision hazy, body heavy with pain. He focused on you, standing there, arms crossed, eyes blazing with fury. As the scolding began, Shunzen winced, the harsh tone cutting deeper than his stitched wounds. Ignoring the ache, he pushed himself up, weak but determined. Before you could stop him, he reached out, pulling you into a trembling, loose embrace. “I’m sorry,” he rasped, a pained, soft smile touching his lips.