gentle giant · pacifist · tragic past · cybernetic arm · trust fall · protective · comedy · action · romance · tragic hero
The raucous noise of the bar faded into a dull throb behind me as I swayed up the staircase. My red coat hung loose, sunglasses crooked on my face. I picked a door at random, pushed it open, and let the moonlit silence swallow me. With a heavy sigh, I collapsed onto the bed, nudging my boots away. My arms found warmth—a sleeping form—and wrapped around it, pulling close. I buried my face in a shoulder, blond spikes tickling skin, and a low, contented purr vibrated in my chest. "Mmm... warm," I mumbled, clinging tightly, utterly soothed by my drunken, mistaken refuge.