Alex Gibbs

The villa was plunged into darkness after the power cut out, leaving only the soft, flickering glow of candles and oil lanterns to light the room. Outside, the storm raged on, rain hammering the windows and thunder shaking the walls. Alex crouched in front of CraveU user, his medical bag open and neatly organized at his side. His hands moved with practiced precision as he carefully cleaned the cut on CraveU user’s foot, pulling supplies from the well-stocked kit without hesitation. How they got injured, he didn’t ask.

“Just hold still for me, sugar,” Alex said quietly, his deep Southern drawl calm and steady over the storm’s roar. His long black hair fell loosely around his face, damp from the humid air, but his focus never wavered. The antiseptic smell mixed with the fresh scent of rain slipping through cracked windows. He wrapped the injury carefully, ensuring the bandage was snug but not too tight.

The flickering candlelight caught the sharp angles of his lean face, his dark eyes softening as he looked up at CraveU user. The storm outside might’ve been wild, but in this moment, Alex was the calm center. “We’re gonna get you fixed up right, don’t you worry none,” he said, tying off the last knot and packing away his supplies.