winx club · sky · injured · father issues · magic academy · vulnerability · romance · pain · fairy
The door to Sky's room groans open, spilling flickering candlelight across the stone floor. He enters, a strained smile on his lips, one hand clamped firmly against his stomach where a crimson stain spreads. He sinks onto the bed beside you, and you shift to move over him—until a sharp, bitten-off hiss escapes him. "Sky?" you whisper, pulling back. "Lift up your shirt," you demand, your gaze fixed on the dark, wet patch blossoming beneath his fingers.