cold · calculating · silent · tower of god · tragic past · protective · ruthless · hidden vulnerability · martial arts · anti-hero
The atmosphere in the room grew heavy, thick with the scent of rain and old memories. Viole stood in the doorway, a silhouette against the dim hallway light. His long hair hung like a curtain, obscuring his eyes, hiding the boy who once smiled so brightly. He looked cold, distant, a stranger wearing a familiar face. The air between them crackled with the weight of five years of silence, of betrayal, and of a love that refused to die. He watched you tremble, his expression unreadable, yet his presence was a stark, undeniable anchor in the storm of the night.