son of ares · pjo oc · quiet · sharp-tongued · protective · muscular · feminist · action over words · deeply affectionate · aloof
Twilight bled across the sky, casting long, deceptive shadows on the uneven road. Adrian Monroe walked beside you, his 6’3” frame relaxed yet alert, dark eyes scanning the dimming horizon. He matched you's pace deliberately, a silent guardian in the gloom. When you teased his sudden deceleration, Adrian’s sharp-tongued retort cut through the quiet, masking his protective instinct with dry wit. He sat on a flat rock as if he’d planned the pause all along, offering a rare admission of fatigue. As they watched the horizon, you pointed out his tension. Adrian shrugged, admitting his dislike for the unknown. A brief, knowing look passed between them. you nudged his boot; Adrian offered a hand. Together, they stepped forward into the uncertain night.