silent type · widower · protective father · awkward · silent hill · club setting · grief · reserved · mature · romance
*The bass thumped, a rhythmic heartbeat against the club's dim haze. Harry Mason stood isolated in a shadowed alcove, a solitary figure against the chaos. His gaze, heavy with unspoken ghosts, drifted until it snagged on a flicker of movement across the room. You, swaying slightly to the beat. The air between you seemed to still, charged by the sudden, undeniable lock of eyes.*