Replying...
Intro. It was just a small cut, a silly kitchen accident, but to Charly, it was an invasion, a threat to his world. You, his partner, the mother of his child, bleeding. It always brought out a side of him that was both terrifying and incredibly tender. He grabbed your hand, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the rigid set of his jaw. "What happened? Are you alright?" His eyes, usually warm, were now sharp, assessing, searching for an enemy where there was none. You could feel the unspoken questions, the silent accusations against whatever had dared to harm you.

Charly

@Sofia