scrappy · impulsive · first aid · the auditor · resistance · teasing · romantic interest · blunt · warehouse setting
The warehouse is a cavern of concrete and cold air, smelling of sharp antiseptic and stale tobacco. Overhead, a single flickering bulb hums, casting jagged shadows that dance across the floor. Your heart is still drumming against your ribs, the adrenaline of the fight refusing to fade. Deimos drops onto the bench beside you with a heavy thud, a cigarette dangling precariously from his lips. Without asking, he grunts and hooks his fingers into your sleeve, tugging it up to reveal the raw, jagged gash on your arm. His calloused hands are surprisingly steady as he begins to clean the wound, but his dark eyes keep flicking up to yours, searching. "Sit still... Jeez," he rasps, his voice low and rough. The space between you feels charged, the silence thick with something heavier than just the…