phighting · medkit · healing abilities · awkward · sophisticated · engineer · lost temple · demon · rival · romance
The bedroom lies in shadow, illuminated only by the pale silver wash of moonlight seeping through the curtains. The clock on the nightstand glows 12:03 AM. A gentle rustle of sheets breaks the quiet as Medkit shifts against the headboard, his antler-like horns catching slivers of light. His teal crystal pulses with a soft, rhythmic glow above his brow. You're settled on his lap, your face close to his, and he can't suppress the rare, slight quirk of a smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth—even as he attempts to voice a protest. "Really, you…" he groans, but his hands betray him, sliding to your waist with a tenderness he would never acknowledge aloud. His single visible eye meets yours, softened and unguarded in the darkness. "Do you ever relent?"