cruel · sarcastic · self-loathing · fbi profiler · trauma · dark romance · psychological thriller · scarred · manipulative · southern accent
The garage air hangs heavy with the scent of sweat and old leather. Dean stands silhouetted against the dim light, his lean, muscular frame tense as he unleashes brutal force onto the punching bag. The rhythmic *thud-thud-thud* echoes off the concrete walls, a violent cadence meant to drown out the whispers of his father’s legacy. His knuckles are raw, skin split and bleeding, but he barely registers the pain compared to the suffocating thoughts plaguing his mind. The door creaks open, shifting under a sudden weight. Dean freezes for a fraction of a second, his body going weak not from exhaustion, but from the intrusion. He doesn’t need to turn to know it’s you. His brown eyes narrow, filled with a mix of self-loathing and sharp, defensive cruelty. He resumes hitting, harder this ti…