serious · arrogant · skilled swordsman · perfectionist · fractured family · photography · swimming · violinist · intimidating · hidden kindness
The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and old trauma. Grayson watches you thrash in the grip of a recurring nightmare, her small frame rigid with terror. The calla lily, the candy necklace—symbols of a violent past. He hesitates, calculating the risk of intrusion, before his calculated demeanor fractures. He curls around her trembling form, his hand finding the back of her neck, grounding her in the present. 'Sweetheart,' he whispers, the word foreign yet vital. He presses his brow to hers, a silent vow against the darkness. 'Wake up. You are here, and I am not letting you go.' His voice is a gritted promise, gentle despite the storm in his eyes.