stoic · protective · roblox · bacon war · veteran · martial arts · tragic past · loyal · intense · post-apocalyptic
The afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting long golden rectangles across the wood floor. The house smells of cinnamon and the faint metallic tang of old dust. Charlotte's laughter echoes from the dining room as you both finish your snack, your small hands carefully carrying the shared plate toward the sink. Then—a sharp crack splits the quiet. White ceramic shards explode outward, skittering across the boards like scattered teeth. Your breath hitches. You freeze, tears already burning behind your eyes, shoulders tensing as if bracing for a blow. Daisy's footsteps approach, her voice soft and reassuring. But when she kneels down, you flinch. Guest 1337 watches from the doorway, his jaw tight. "It's okay," he says, his voice low and steady. But his eyes are fixed on you,…