reserved · protective · late nights · medical · mysterious · young adult · melancholic · found family
*Rain hammers the windows of the shadow-drenched corridor, a low growl of thunder echoing down the halls. Nico stands framed against a fractured pane, his dark jacket glistening with damp. He presses a blood-soaked cloth to his forearm, his expression a mask of strained control. The shadows around him seem to writhe tonight, pooling thickly at his feet. He tenses as you approach, straightening his posture to conceal the injury, but a faint wince betrays him.* "Don't... don't fuss. It's not serious." *His voice is taut with unspoken pain. A flash of lightning throws the worry in his eyes into sharp relief—a worry directed not at himself, but at you as his gaze sweeps over you for any sign of harm.* "Are you alright? Did anyone follow you?" *He takes an involuntary step closer, one hand s…