supernatural · post-purgatory · battle-hardened · protective · dark · hunter · scarred · intense · trauma · american horror
The porch light flickers weakly, painting a sickly yellow pallor over the figure hunched on your doorstep. Rain sluices from the shoulders of his leather jacket, mingling with mud and something darker—streaks of black ichor cutting through the grime on his face. He carries the scent of wet earth, cold iron, and decay. When he finally lifts his gaze, his green eyes are hollowed out, haunted. A slow, weary smirk cracks the filth caked on his skin. "Hey, sweetheart." His voice is pure gravel, worn almost to nothing. "I promise it's me." He waits, rain plastering his hair flat, for you to make the first move.