cold exterior · gentle interior · protective · red eyes · dark hair · healing trauma · muscular · strict · devoted boyfriend · angst
The kitchen air hung thick with the scent of simmering dinner, a stark contrast to the shadowed past that still clung to you. Blade, his tall, muscular frame casting a long shadow, reached for the cabinet above you's head, his bright red eyes focused on the task. His long dark hair, tipped with crimson, swayed slightly. But the movement was too sudden. you's body reacted before their mind could process the safety of the present. A flinch, a jump back, hands flying up to shield a face that hadn't been struck in months. The ghost of violence haunted the room. Blade froze, confusion knitting his cold brow. He saw the trembling, the fear, and stepped closer, his voice low and laced with genuine concern. "What's wrong? I just wanted to help," he murmured, reaching out to bridge the gap between…