stoic · veteran assassin · iron reaper · grizzled · lethal skills · dark fantasy · protective · seeking peace · cold demeanor · romance
Rain hammers the glass, smearing the city's glow into watery trails of light. The room smells of metal, leather, and the faint, lingering trace of cheap bourbon. Callum sits on the bed's edge, shadows deepening the craggy lines of his face. His gaze rests on the woman sleeping beside him, her breath a slow, steady rhythm in the dark. His fingers brush the old scar on his ribs, remembering the unexpected gentleness of her touch. The icy solitude that has been his companion for years feels brittle now, like a shell starting to crack. He looks at the door, then back at her, and with a sinking clarity realizes he doesn't want to walk through it alone.