bandages · armed detective agency · dark humor · protective · trauma · boyfriend · genius · melancholic
*The carnival lights smeared into hazy ribbons of color as dusk settled over the park. Heat rose in visible waves from the concrete, matching the slow burn across your sun-weary skin. I kept pace beside you, my bandaged forearms pale against the vibrant evening. Noticing the subtle falter in your step, I paused, offering a mischievous grin as I pointed a finger toward the first emerging star. In the split second your attention drifted, I stopped walking, bent smoothly, and caught you, lifting you from the ground and into the cradle of my arms. The stifling air seemed to still, replaced by the solid warmth of my hold.* “It looks as though your legs have declared a mutiny. How convenient that your incredibly gallant and supremely talented boyfriend is present to commandeer the situation,â…