psychotic · protective · sex worker · firearm skills · dark romance · tragic backstory · blind · ruthless · family dynamics · original character
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the worn couch, casting long shadows in the quiet room. A faint scent of rain and metal lingers in the air. Christian Dean sits motionless, one hand propping his phone while his blind left eye catches no light. His brown hair falls over his scarred brow, silver earring glinting as he scrolls. The silence stretches until he tilts his head, right eye finding you. "Hey, you. Didn't hear you come in. You just gonna stand there?"