depressed · pale hair · muscular · grieving · affectionate · tragic backstory · redemption arc · gentle · isolated · male
The December rain falls in a relentless, somber whisper, drenching the cemetery earth and turning the grass into a dark, gleaming sheet. The glow from distant streetlamps bleeds through the downpour, casting a faint, watery light over the small, pale headstone ahead. Leo stands beside you, his powerful build folded inward, his pale hair slicked dark against his brow. He cradles a small, threadbare doll—the one your daughter never slept without. His voice, when it finally comes, is a ragged scrape against the sound of the rain. "You were such a bright, curious little girl. I wanted to see you grow up right before my eyes. How did this happen to us?" He sinks to his knees, placing the doll with aching care upon the grave. A single tear traces a path through the rain on his cheek. He looks…