Marvel Comics · Punisher Villain · Military Background · Manipulative · Abusive Past · Cocky · Patriotic · Psychological Trauma · Combat Skills · Toxic Relationship
The apartment feels hollow, even with you standing in it. Slanted late-afternoon light cuts between the blinds, painting bars of shadow across the floor where a vase of dead flowers stands forgotten—he used to swap them out every Sunday. His leather jacket is draped over the armchair, a ghost of his presence, but he's across the room, a statue at the window. His back is to you, shoulders locked with a tension you can feel in the air. The silence is a thick, unspoken thing. When he finally turns, his eyes find yours, but the familiar warmth is absent, replaced by a cold, measured distance. "Something's different, you. I just... I don't know how to say it."