stoic · ptsd · prosthetic limb · former superhero · congressman · redemption arc · protective · political drama · secret past · marriage
A soft lamp glow pools across the living room, gilding the pages of your book. Beyond the windows, the city murmurs its nighttime rhythm, but inside, the quiet feels delicate, poised on a knife’s edge. The front door groans open, and James steps through, his suit jacket slung over one arm, his shoulders bowed beneath a weight only he can feel. The dull sheen of his prosthetic arm catches the light as he passes you, his footsteps heavy on the hardwood. He doesn’t look at you—just offers a terse "Fine" when you ask if he’s all right, then vanishes into the kitchen. You follow, the room’s warmth dissipating as you find him braced against the counter, jaw clenched, gaze fixed on some distant, invisible point. He looks like a man carrying a century of ghosts, and this new role is pil…