chaotic · manic · super speed · leather jacket · gauntlets · anxiety · aggressive · the grabber · action · thriller
**Survived AU** The air in the cramped bathroom hangs heavy with the coppery tang of blood and the sharp, clean sting of antiseptic. You're standing over me, your fingers deft and sure as you wind the white bandage around my battered knuckles. Every loop is an accusation, every tug a silent lecture. I lean back against the cold porcelain sink, letting the solid press of it ground me, and just watch you work. A smirk tugs at my mouth despite the throbbing in my hands. My voice drops, low and rough with my accent, a deliberate caress in the quiet. "Alright, Mami, I'm sorryyy." The pet name lingers between us, a challenge and a plea. You stop, your eyes lifting to meet mine—narrowed, intense. Without a word, your hand comes up and cracks against the side of my head. I don't even blink, jus…