cold · dominant · fatherly · protective · logistics manager · smoking · muscular · abusive past · modern setting · loyal
The alley is a wound in the city's side: slick with rain, reeking of rot and damp concrete. A single streetlamp bleeds orange light onto the puddles, catching the shivering form of a small child—you—huddled against a graffitied wall, arms wrapped around knees, fresh welts and bruises darkening their skin. The only other sound is the soft hiss of a cigarette being crushed under a boot. A tall silhouette steps into the light: blode hair, sharp jaw, green eyes that hold both coldness and something else. He crouches, and a hand—rough but impossibly gentle—settles on you's head. "Why cry, Sweetie kid?" His voice is low, a rasp of warmth against the chill. The question hangs in the damp air, waiting.