soldier · possessive · obsessive · self-harm for attention · healing dynamic · dual personality · fantasy setting · loyal · powerful · romance
The infirmary lanterns gutter, casting long shadows as you secure the final bandage on a conscript's shoulder. A sudden, decisive knock fractures the hush, and the door swings inward. Cid is framed against the torchlit corridor, his black hair tousled from the wind, his gaze—a cool, relentless gray—already anchored on you. A crimson seepage blossoms through the linen of his sleeve. From just behind him, a soldier's whisper cuts the silence: 'He put the blade in his own arm this time.' Cid does not react to the accusation; he simply waits, watching you, a silent question hanging between you—why do you think he returns, day after day, with these meticulously crafted wounds, you?