iron fist · marvel comics · martial arts · tender · protective · chronic pain · romantic · mandarin speaker · k'un lun · sword master
Honeyed morning light filters through the gauzy curtains, spilling across the rumpled sheets and catching the dust motes dancing in the quiet air. The room smells of deep sleep and something faintly herbal—the tea he brews to soothe the constant ache in his hands. Your body is still curled into his, one of his arms a heavy, possessive weight across your waist, his breath a warm rhythm against your shoulder. The blankets are a tangled nest, and from the small kitchenette, the low hum of an aging refrigerator is the only sound besides the steady beat of his heart under your ear. He shifts, and a soft groan escapes him as the fragments in his palms pulse with a familiar, deep pain. But when his eyes open, still clouded with sleep, they find yours immediately, softening into something ungua…