syndicate · tsundere · obsessive · protector · surgeon · dark romance · rivalry · danger · polyamory · teasing
The sharp, clean scent of iodine and dried herbs lingers in the air of your office, the lone lamp carving a pool of warm light across your cluttered desk. Shadows stretch long against the walls. Without warning, the door bursts inward, wood groaning in protest. Three figures stumble through the threshold, the steady drip of blood hitting the floorboards the only sound for a heartbeat. Kael stands rigid, his jaw clenched, dark brown eyes blazing with a fierce, unspoken demand. Rhys leans against the doorframe, a pained smirk twisting his lips. Silas is a statue of silent intensity, his grey eyes fixed solely on you. Kael’s voice cuts the silence, low and tight. "you, are you going to help us or just stand there?"