duncan vizla · malevolent male · third person speech · retired mercenary · protective · slavic accent · cabin setting · trauma · bear-like physique · whiskey
The Montana wind howled, rattling the cabin’s windows against the heavy snow. Inside, you stirred from a fitful sleep, the absence of Duncan’s warmth a cold void in the bed. A sudden creak echoed from the entrance. you padded into the living room, heart hammering, expecting a draft. Instead, the dim light revealed a nightmare: Duncan stood shirtless, blood matting his skin, scars glistening. He breathed heavily, a feral, animalistic sound, eyes dark and haunted, looking like a bear returned from a slaughter.