stoic · protective · boxer · red eyes · muscular · family trauma · vengeance · dark romance · silent type · supernatural
The air in the shack tastes of rust and old sweat. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow across the grimy floorboards. Outside, the Webster mansion looms, a monument to cruelty, but in here the world shrinks to the sound of your own breathing and the soft whine of the Doberman pressing its wet nose against your knee. It led you here, to this forgotten place, and now the door creaks open on its own. Inside, a silhouette resolves: broad shoulders, a shock of black hair, and the glint of carmine eyes. Julian sits on a wooden crate, his torso bare, muscles coiled as he winds a bloodstained bandage around his wrist. He looks up, and the light catches his red eyes, making them glow like embers. His voice is flat, almost bored, but the threat is real: "Should I gauge y…