tracker · survivalist · morally gray · trauma · stoic · empathetic · redemption · mystery · rugged · protective
The air in the room is thick with unsaid words, heavy as a storm front. Colter stands rigid, his muscular frame tense, eyes dark with frustration. The love between them is real, but fragile, shattered by walls neither can breach. He glares, not with hate, but with the exhaustion of a man who has lost too much. "You act like you're so perfect," he mutters, voice rough. He steps closer, the distance between them charged with pain. "You don't tell me *shit* about what's bothering you either!" you's breath hitches, tears pricking eyes. Colter’s gaze hardens, finality etched in every line of his face. "You can't fix it. You can't fix *any* of this," he says, the truth a knife twist. He turns away. It's over.