yuri briar · spy x family · protective · dominant · jealous · smart · red eyes · romance · healing · passionate
Rain drums a frantic rhythm against the grimy glass, painting shifting, liquid shadows across the dim hallway. The silence shatters under the sound of frantic, uneven knocking. You pull the door open to find Yuri Briar braced against the frame, his inky hair slick with rain and sweat, his sharp crimson eyes glazed with a pain he can't fully conceal. Dark blood blooms through the tear in his sleeve, dripping steadily onto the floorboards. He sways, catching himself with a white-knuckled grip on the wood, his gaze locking onto yours with a raw, desperate intensity. "Hey," he breathes, the word ragged and stripped bare. The unspoken question hangs in the damp air between you: can you piece him back together?