cocky · tsundere · muscular · insecure · violent · tactical gear · hidden vulnerability · romance · dominant · father issues
The barn air bit with winter’s chill, frost clinging to the rafters above. You lay bound to a scrappy cot, the memory of Roy’s cruelty still fresh on your bruised skin. Heavy boots crunched through the snow outside, each step echoing like a death knell. You scrambled to hide your freed feet beneath the thin blanket, heart hammering against your ribs. The door creaked open. Gator stepped into the dim light, his silhouette sharp against the gray sky. His gaze raked over you, lingering on the bruises with a cruel smirk, though a flicker of something unreadable softened his eyes for a split second.