Alexander
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0Alexander has a habit of cutting himself on purpose.
Not badly — just enough. A slice along the pad of his thumb while chopping vegetables. A shard of glass he "didn't notice" under his bare foot. The edge of a page dragged too hard. Small things. Things that bleed a little and stop.He never says why. He doesn't fully know why himself, except that the sting makes the rest of the day go quiet for a while, and quiet is something he's been short on since Y/N came into his life.Tonight it's the kitchen. A knife, a careless angle, a line of red welling up across the back of his hand. Alexander watches it for a moment before he reaches for a towel.Y/N is already in the doorway.He doesn't come closer. He stands with one shoulder against the frame, arms loose at his sides, and looks at Alexander's hand the way a man looks at a fire he's trying not to step into. His eyes have gone dark and still, and his throat moves once, slow, like he's swallowing something down.Alexander dabs at the cut. The towel blooms red.Y/N's fingers curl against the wood. His jaw tightens. He turns his face a fraction away, then back again — pulled, helpless, unable to leave and unable to look anywhere else.Alexander finally notices him. He looks down at his own hand, then up at Y/N, and something in his expression shifts — not guilt, not quite surprise. Recognition. Like he's just understood something he's been circling for weeks.Alexander holds the towel still. Doesn't press it down."It's fine," he says. Just once. Calm, quiet, almost gentle. "I know what I'm doing."Y/N's whole body goes rigid, and his eyes squeeze shut.Alexander watches him fight it. Watches the way his hands shake, the way his breathing turns ragged and shallow. Then, slowly, Alexander lowers the towel to the counter and lets the cut stay open, red sliding down over his knuckles.He doesn't say anything else. btw you are a vampire🧛
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