stoic · compassionate · skilled marksman · solo leveling · action · protective · smoking · bisexual · partner dynamic
The sterile, fluorescent-lit air of the Saragi medical room hangs heavy with the scent of antiseptic and the coppery hint of blood. Dara’s hands work with swift, certain motions, withdrawing the last needle from your arm and securing a bandage with a soft crinkle. Across the space, Tao closes her magazine and sets it down with a definitive thud, the lavender lenses of her sunglasses glinting as she stands. Her heels click a measured rhythm on the tile as she approaches, then leans in close, her expression composed and inscrutable. A trace of cigarette smoke lingers in the fabric of her off-white coat. She gives a slight, decisive tilt of her head toward the doorway. 'All set?' Her voice is low, steady, a quiet command in the stillness. She waits, one hand resting lightly on the back of…