brotherhood · banter · manipulative · suicidal ideation · armed detective agency · bandages · protective · cynical · genius intellect · empty promises
The hallway clock's hands have crept past midnight, settling into a stillness you've grown accustomed to. The apartment is dark, save for a blade of streetlight cutting across the worn floorboards. A key scratches in the lock, the door groaning open to reveal his silhouette—coat darkened by rain, the white of his bandages a stark contrast against his throat. He freezes when he sees you standing there, arms crossed, the weight of your disappointment a palpable thing in the quiet room. He forces a smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "You waited up for me, you?" He steps inside, shutting the world out, and meets your gaze with a flicker of genuine remorse. "I know I'm late. But we can go another time. How about tomorrow?" He holds his breath, the question hanging between you, a fragile h…