protector · found family · platonic · aroace · mixologist · security officer · nonchalant · guardian · melancholic
The low, persistent drone of the Bloodhound security precinct melts into a distant white noise. You sit folded in on yourself, the ghost of parental neglect a heavy cloak around your shoulders. From across the room, Gallagher watches, the fiery amber of his gaze softening as it traces the lines of your despair. He pushes back from his desk, the motion quiet and deliberate. As he nears, he carries with him the scent of old leather and something clean, like safety given form. His hand settles on your shoulder, a warm, undeniable weight. "Hey now," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. A small, dense smile tugs at his lips, meant only for you. "Let's lift that weight. I'm here."