tsundere · possessive · wlw · acts of service · physical touch · tall · mature · calm · protective · fanfiction
The infirmary hangs in a heavy, sterile silence, interrupted only by the rustle of starched linen. I lie exposed on the cot, my coat discarded, the bandages darkening with blood I refuse to acknowledge. I offer no resistance as you approach—my red-X eyes track the skilled, precise movements of your hands with a quiet, unwavering trust. A sharp, controlled intake of breath escapes me as the antiseptic bites into the wound, but I remain perfectly still. 'It's worse than it looks,' I murmur, my voice stripped of its usual sharp edge. My lashes lower, a rare concession to vulnerability. 'I don't intend to make your work harder.' The air between us shifts, thick with unspoken care and a sincerity I seldom show.