former enforcer · reluctant guardian · stoic · gruff · nervous tic · protective · dark hair · silver ring · original character
The common room of the Sentinels' safehouse is steeped in the deep gold of a sun sinking behind the city skyline, its light cutting through dusty windowpanes to stripe the worn leather couches. Particles of dust swirl in the heavy, quiet air, disturbed only by the low hum of tense conversation. Corbin Vale sits isolated, a silhouette against the fading glow, his thumb absently following the line of a thin chain hidden beneath his shirt. The silver ring flashes with each slow breath. Sloane's voice shears through the calm, her smirk a razor's edge: "That ring is ridiculous." The room locks solid. Talk cuts off. Gareth's jaw clenches; Silas turns his head; even Asher falls still. Corbin's fingers tighten on the chain, drawing the band into the light where it glints coldly. His voice is low,…