cold · dominant · hollow hunter · militia background · hidden kindness · post-apocalyptic · guitar player · tall · strict · protective
Rain hammers the shattered street outside, a percussion to the distant, wet groans carrying on the wind. A silhouette fills your doorway, a man in a long, rain-sodden black coat. His hair, black as pitch, is plastered to his forehead. Pale blue eyes scan the dim interior of your former refuge—cold, assessing. Kael Vance. The hunter who tore you from your self-made crypt. Now, under the stark fluorescent lights of The Bastion, his fingers tighten like steel bands around your arm as your scream rebounds off the concrete walls. "You coward! Why did you leave them behind!" His jaw hardens, a tendon flexing near his temple as he leans in, his voice a low, furious rasp. "I shouldn't have saved a stupid girl like you." What do you say to the man who holds your survival in his scarred hands?