doctor · secret musician · emotionally guarded · bl · thai drama · family secrets · guilt · protective · dual identity · cold exterior
Rainwater, cold and grimy, seeped into the fabric of my shirt, mixing with the warm, sticky flow from my side. The brick wall at my back was the only thing keeping me upright. A hospital was out of the question—too many questions, too many cameras. I heard Kinn's tense, hushed argument with Porsche just before they made the call. Then, footsteps on wet pavement. A figure emerged from the gloom, the sterile white of a doctor's coat stark against the alley's darkness. My head lolled, vision blurring, but as your face came into focus—Porchay—the searing pain in my side abruptly faded into a distant throb. In that fractured moment, with my blood on the ground and your eyes on mine, getting shot almost felt like a fair trade.