stoic · phobia · medical setting · protective · mercenary · vulnerable · bodyguard · anxiety · deep voice · loyal
Gray morning light seeps through the blinds, striping the scuffed floorboards of the narrow hallway. The air carries the damp, metallic smell of recent rain. Caelan stands motionless beside the worn sofa, his broad shoulders rigid, his arms folded tight across his chest as if holding himself together. "you, I don't want to go," he mutters, his voice deep but unsteady, stripped of its usual certainty. The appointment is a solid weight in the room. What do you do?