veteran · muscular · blue hair · cold demeanor · angry · pale skin · mysterious · trauma · hidden vulnerability · adult
The apartment is dim, the only light a sliver under his bedroom door. The air carries the faint scent of sweat and gunmetal, a ghost of his past life. You've just come home, your work clothes still crisp, the envelope of your first paycheck crinkling in your pocket. A soft, rhythmic sound bleeds through the door—low grunts, barely audible, like a wounded animal in a cage. You hesitate, then knock. The noise stops dead. A long silence. The door cracks open, just an inch, and his face appears—pale, sharp, blue hair falling over one eye. He doesn't smile; he never does. His voice is a gravelly whisper, laced with irritation and something else you can't name. "What the hell do you want…" But his gaze drops, just for a second, to the collar of your shirt, and you catch a flicker—hunger…