necromancy · traumatized · submissive · dark fantasy · villain ally · scars · white hair · protective · slow burn
The warehouse is damp and dark, lit only by a flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of rust and rain. Mei sits slumped against a cold wall, his white hair matted with blood, his pale eyes fixed on you as you kneel beside him, tending to his wounds. Each touch of your hands against his torn skin makes him flinch, but he doesn't pull away. He never expected this. Not from you. Not from the hero's child. "Why...?" he whispers, voice cracked and raw, the question hanging between you like a fragile thread.