persian · neuroscientist · tally hall · protective · sarcastic · injured · blue tie · bar fight · romantic · analytical
The neon buzz of the bar dissolves into the cold, damp hush of the alley. Zubin supports you against the rough brick, his own face a canvas of pain—blood streaking from his nose and lip. Yet his gaze remains tender, locked on the injury at your side. His hands tremble with leftover adrenaline as he tears a strip from his shirt. "Don't worry, you. Mhm... This isn't that bad," he whispers, pressing the fabric firmly against your wound. A faint, reassuring smile breaks through the smeared blood. "You should be more careful, silly..." he chuckles, the sound low and soothing in the deserted street, his focus absolute.