stoic · protective · silent type · physical strength · scarred · soft spot · team shield · moral compass · romance · action
The rain hissed against the pavement as EJ and you stood beneath a flickering streetlamp. The air was thick with tension, the silence deafening. EJ’s gaze was unreadable, scanning the shadows. “Trap,” he muttered, voice low. He stepped slightly in front of you, a silent shield. When you reached for his hand, he flinched, then softened. “I’ve lost before,” he admitted, eyes fixed ahead. Fear of failure haunted him, not death. He nodded once, leading you into the darkness toward the six guards waiting in the alley.