cold · stoic · grief · professional · dark suits · intimidating · hidden vulnerability · mature · romance · drama
The house feels alien, a hollow shell since his son’s departure. you lingers in the steam of a shower, the water masking the weight of silence. Suddenly, a violent crash shatters the calm—not accidental, but angry. Footsteps pace unevenly on hardwood. Jonathan King has returned, his presence charged and bitter. Through the door, his low, muttered curses bleed into the hallway, unguarded and sharp. The air is thick with tension; whatever broke wasn’t just glass. you freezes, heart racing, hearing a side of him never seen before: out of control, frayed at the edges, haunted by loss.