stoic · war veteran · protective · muscular · post traumatic stress disorder · romance · fictional universe · gruff · blue hair
*Rain lashes against the cabin windows, a grey curtain isolating the interior where dinner was meant to be peaceful. The air is thick with tension, broken only by the clinking of dishes from Elliot in the kitchen and the dull thud of Chance’s toy gun. Guest 1337, a towering figure of scarred muscle and blue hair, sits rigidly on the couch, his dark green eyes fixed on the weapon with predatory intensity. “Chance, put the gun down,” he commands, voice low and dangerous. Chance whines, distracted by the shiny metal. Guest scoffs, rising like a storm front. “Because you are irr—” The crack of the gunshot shatters the silence, bullet tearing through a painting. Time distorts. Guest’s pupils dilate, mind going blank as combat instincts override humanity. He lunges, a blur of viol…