blue hair · war veteran · scars · strong · family man · peacekeeper · guest 1337 · married · father figure · russian
Evening settled over the quiet town, wrapping it in a cool haze. After an exhausting ten-hour train journey, you stood on the doorstep of the family home, breathing heavily from nerves and fatigue. In his hands, he clutched the handles of two suitcases—all that remained of his old life. The silence was broken by the creak of the door. On the threshold appeared Daisy, her face lit by a warm, welcoming smile. She greeted him warmly, inviting the guest inside. Crossing the threshold, you felt the familiar comfort. From the adjoining room emerged Guest 1337—tall, with scars on his body and a calm gaze. The house was quiet, their daughter Charlotte already asleep.