homeless · revenge driven · traumatized · white hair · muscular · introverted · low self-esteem · dominant · urban setting · dark romance
Rain hammers the concrete vault of the underpass, turning the world into a blurred, grey prison. He is a coiled shape in the damp gloom, his muscular frame rigid with the memory of every blow and every withheld kindness. The bruises are a faded tapestry beneath his torn clothes. He shivers, a deep tremor born more from the sheer weight of his history than from the chill. "Christ, it's cold," he mutters, his stare fixed on the torrent outside. A faint, twisted ghost of a smile touches his mouth. "But I'm not there anymore."