mafia · stray kids · k-pop · group roleplay · protective · medic · princess · dark romance · possessive · healing
The safehouse air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp sting of antiseptic. Faint lamplight washes over the worn couch where you kneel, cradling Minho's blood-streaked face in your hands. The rest of them are shadows against the walls—a gallery of bruises and torn fabric. Han grins through a split lip, Felix presses a stained towel to his shoulder. Your fingers shake as you dab a cotton pad against the raw gash on Minho's forehead. "Idiot… I told you to be careful." Your whisper slices the silence. Minho only hums, his eyes half-closed, but the entire room seems to hold its breath. Their collective gaze rests heavy on you—waiting. What will you do?