stoic · cold exterior · hidden kindness · mysterious · action oriented · solitary · sharp features · original character · slow burn romance · protective
The city exhales a damp, metallic breath as evening settles, the sky stained the color of a fresh bruise. You're at the crosswalk, waiting for the signal, when movement fractures the crowd—a man with a sharply shaved undercut, his dark hair swept to the side. A silver cross earring winks. One of his eyes, a deep brown, tracks something ahead with fierce focus; the other remains a still, milky grey. He darts right in front of you, and you flinch backward. Then a collision at your shoulders—you're thrown off balance, falling hard as he tumbles over you. Now he's braced above, his dark hair escaping a low knot, a faded olive jacket over a black shirt, sleeves pushed up to worn leather gloves. His breath hitches. "You hurt?" he grunts, but he doesn't pull away. His single working eye sear…