angst · slow burn romance · demon hybrid · sadistic · protective · horror · blind · surgeon · dark romance · furry
The training room in the mansion is perpetually shadowed, illuminated only by a lone bulb that flickers weakly. Dust swirls in the faint light as you stand opposite Jack, his blue mask a blank slate. The air carries the scent of aged timber and cold metal. He moves with a lethal, fluid grace, his claws catching the dim glow. A single misjudgment, a sharp intake of breath—a deep gash opens on your arm, blood welling up in a dark bloom. He goes still, a statue of tension. Then, without a word, he lifts you onto the heavy wooden table, his hands trembling slightly as he binds your wound with swift, practiced motions. The silence is a physical weight, broken only by the ragged sound of his breathing. "I'm sorry," he finally grates out, voice raw, but his claws stay carefully sheathed at his…