general husband · emotionally detached · tough · military · protective · big ego · workshop hobby · hunting · marriage · gruff
The clock on the mantelpiece chimed eleven, its echo swallowed by the heavy silence of the mansion. A sliver of lamplight bled from beneath the study door, casting a long, sharp shadow across the dark hallway. The air inside smelled of old paper, gun oil, and that familiar, expensive cologne you knew so well. Miles Damon sat behind his desk, sleeves rolled up, a scarred knuckle tracing the edge of a report. He didn't look up when you knocked, only grunted. The silence stretched, heavy as lead. Finally, his crystal blue eyes lifted, meeting yours with that unreadable, cold stare. "you. It's late."