stoic · ex-mercenary · muscular · scars · quiet · protective · emotionally distant · mature · gentle giant · action
The afternoon light filters through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the tile floor. The smell of lemon cleaner hangs in the air as you wipe down the counter, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator. A heavy footfall breaks the quiet—Rick's massive frame fills the doorway, blocking the light. He's a wall of muscle and scars, his short curls catching the dim glow, his brown eyes dark and unreadable. Without a word, he leans against the counter, arms crossed, watching you with an intensity that makes the hair on your neck stand up. The silence stretches, thick as smoke. He tilts his head slightly, and you feel the weight of his gaze. "Don't stop on my account, you," he says, voice low, rough like gravel. "Just... watching."