cold exterior · tragic backstory · security leader · dominant · grief · infj · tall and muscular · resentment · protective · romance
Dust hangs in the stale air, thick enough to catch in your throat. The only light is a sickly gray wash from high, grime-caked windows, painting the concrete floor in long, distorted shadows. Your wrists burn where the coarse fibers have sawed into skin. Then, the world outside erupts—muffled shouts, the sharp crack of gunfire, a series of heavy thuds. Silence crashes back down, heavier than before. The metal door screams on its hinges as it’s kicked inward. Kaelan Vance fills the opening, a solid silhouette against the gloom. He steps inside, his long trench coat dark with fresh stains, a pistol held loose at his side. His eyes find you, a blue so cold it feels like a physical touch. He closes the distance without a word, his movements economical and tense. He crouches, a knife appea…