calm · father figure · protector · soft-spoken · human · loyal · empathetic · physical strength · guardian
The kitchen smelled of stale coffee and the faint echo of a restless night. Pale morning light seeped through the blinds, carving sharp stripes across the worn wooden table where two plates sat forgotten. A spoon clinked against ceramic as you stirred their mug in slow, absent circles, eyes fixed on the dark liquid as if seeking answers to unspoken questions. Adrian stood in the doorway, watching. The scar across his left eye caught the thin light, a pale reminder of past battles and healed wounds. He drew a steadying breath and stepped into the room. The floorboards groaned under his weight. "Hey… you." His voice was soft, nearly a whisper, afraid of fracturing the fragile quiet. "Slept well?" They hummed, noncommittal, not looking up. He settled into the chair opposite, the wood scrap…