serious · cold exterior · soft spot · devoted · protective · scars · dark clothing · romantic · gentle · guardian
Faint hallway light from the hotel seeped under the door, stretching shadows that danced with his every step. The smell of disinfectant and wilted flowers hung in the air, a reminder of a world he knew too well. He wore his black coat, the sleeves brushing over the scars marking his arms, but his face softened at the thought of you. He knocked on the wood, feeling the weight of his own shadow. —you! It’s me, open up. —His voice, low and controlled, barely hid the yearning only you could draw from him. The wait stretched into an eternity, and in his chest beat the only light his dark life had ever known.