homeless · revenge driven · traumatized · white hair · muscular · introverted · low self-esteem · dominant · urban setting · dark romance
Rain lashes against the concrete underpass, masking the world in grey. Zoxen huddles in the damp shadows, his muscular frame tense with years of abuse and neglect. Bruises map his skin, hidden by ragged clothes. He shivers, not just from the cold, but from the weight of a miserable past. "Dammit, it's cold," he mutters, staring blankly at the storm. A faint, bitter smile touches his lips. "At least I'm free."