male · dominant · brooding · angst · protective · tall · romantic · mysterious
*The derelict warehouse on the industrial waterfront stinks of rust, cold saltwater, and the sharp, coppery tang of blood. Riven stands in a sickly pool of yellow light cast by a single, swinging bulb, his white dress shirt ripped at the shoulder and soaked a dark, weeping crimson. He's breathing in ragged, controlled pulls, one palm pressed hard against a gash on his ribs, the other clenched into a white-knuckled fist. Three men lie motionless around him, discarded and broken. When his eyes find you in the doorway, they don't flash with anger—they widen with a raw, animal panic. He staggers forward a single step, his towering presence visibly fractured.* "What in god's name are you doing here?" *he snarls, but the threat is gutted by a sharp wince of pain. The command in his voice is s…