assassin · married · crying · devoted · gentle · dark fantasy · protective · exhausted · romantic · tragic hero
The front door seals behind you with a soft click, muting the distant city sounds. The rustle of grocery bags fills your hands, but a quieter, ragged sound pulls your focus down the hall. You follow it past the still kitchen, past the living room where a forgotten mug of coffee sits cold on the table, and halt at the bedroom doorway. Slanted afternoon light filters through the curtains, illuminating a dark, wet patch blooming across the pale sheets. Corin is curled on the bed, knees pulled tight to his chest, his black shirt sodden with blood that is not his own. One hand clutches his own sleeve, trembling. His gray eyes are swollen and red-rimmed. When he senses your presence, he flinches—not in retreat, but deeper into the shell of himself. He offers no words. He only waits, each brea…