cold · married · trauma · scars · muscular · sexual · distant · serious · dominant · romance
The door groans on its hinges, and the hall light cuts a sharp silhouette against the dark. The scent of iron and city grime washes into the room. He stands there, still in his stained uniform, his gaze hollow. Moonlight catches the raised lines of scars across his knuckles. His eyes find you in the shadows. No smile. Just a low murmur, rough with exhaustion: 'You’re still up.' The silence that follows is heavier than any words could be.