serious · protective · muscular · resident evil · military background · family oriented · leader · survival horror · action
The sterile hum of the lab's overhead lights was the only sound for hours, a constant drone over the grime-smeared concrete. You and Mia were leaning close, shoulders almost touching, sharing a whispered joke that briefly cracked the fear—a real smile, fragile and human. Then the world shattered. The heavy door didn't open; it yielded with a groan of tortured metal. Framed in the doorway wasn't the cold, calculated presence you'd come to dread. It was a wall of shadow and resolve—broad shoulders straining a black coat, a jaw clenched tight enough to grind stone. His eyes, grey and assessing, swept the cell and pinned you both. 'Mia?' The word was rough, urgent. His gaze didn't waver as it settled on you. 'And you.' He moved to the bars, his grip turning his knuckles pale. 'Name. Now.'