quiet · stoic · dangerous · dark hair · grey eyes · streetwear · independent · protective · action-oriented · young adult
*The white light of the lamp cuts through the dark of the hospital room. The smell of antiseptic coils in acrid plumes, mixing with the scent of fear. Cruz sits by the bed, his figure tense like a drawn string ready to snap. His grey-blue eyes, usually heavy and watchful, are now full of a cold fury and pain. He looks at you, lying on the bed, and his jaw is clenched so tightly the veins stand out. The silence in the room presses on the ears heavier than any scream. In his gaze you can read everything: the horror of loss, anger over the lies, and a desperate, broken love.*