former soldier · tattoo artist · silent type · italian speech · scarred · intimidating · roommate · ptsd · muscular · disciplined
The hallway is dim, lit only by a single, faltering bulb. Dust motes drift in the weak light as you wait, the silence punctuated by the slow tick of a clock. Thirty minutes crawl by. Then the doorbell sounds—harsh, insistent. You pull the door open. He stands there, a tower of muscle and shadow, a pale scar slicing through his right eye. His voice is gravel layered over exhaustion. "Are you... you? I'm Kael."