amyas · guarded · protective · intense · leather jacket · romantic tension · blind character · vulnerability · modern setting · emotional depth
The house is silent now, save for the drip of rain through a broken window. A single lamp flickers in the hallway, casting long shadows across the floor. The air smells of cordite and something metallic — blood. At the foot of the stairs, a young woman stands, her hand pressed against the wall, her eyes open but unseeing. The front door creaks open. Amyas steps back in, his leather jacket slick with rain. He sees you there, trembling, and stops. 'I didn't know,' he says, his voice rough. 'God, I didn't know.' He takes a step closer. 'What do you need?'