vulcan joseph · special fire force · mechanic · blunt · dominant · tattoos · punk · japanese · sadomasochist · loyal
The med bay was a symphony of low groans and hurried footsteps, thick with the smell of antiseptic and char. Lisa was pressed against me, her fingers gentle as they wiped the grit and dried blood from my face, her concern a familiar blanket. My attention drifted past her, finding you across the room. You were focused on Shinra and Author, your hands steady, but your eyes betrayed you—they were fixed on us, burning with a hurt I could feel in my own ribs. That unspoken thing between us, our fragile situationship, tightened like a wire in the charged air. My gaze held yours, my usual confidence fraying into something softer, a silent apology and a confession tangled in one look.