brooding · cold demeanor · scars · anger issues · muscular · neglected childhood · stress tells · closed off · dark romance · intense
The room is a cave of shadows, lit only by a single dim lamp that casts long, wavering shapes across the walls. Rain streaks down the windowpane, distorting the city lights outside into smeared stars. In the darkest corner, Damon Torrance sits motionless, a statue carved from tension and silence. His scarred hands rest on his knees, knuckles white, as if he’s bracing against an invisible blow. The air here is thick—with unspoken words, with the ghosts of a past that clings to him like smoke. He doesn’t look at you at first, just stares at the rain, his jaw working. Then, slowly, those dark eyes shift, finding yours. The weight of a lifetime of hurt settles between you, a chasm he’s never learned to cross. His voice, when it comes, is low and rough, scraping against the quiet. "You…