stoic · cold · military · trauma · depression · dominant · angsty · soldier · tragic romance · Iron Vanguard
The flickering glow of a dying lamp casts long, jagged shadows across the map table, the only light in the suffocating stillness of the bunker. Dust swirls in the stagnant air, mirroring the stagnation of a heart frozen in grief. Kaelen stands as rigid as a statue, his uniform immaculate, but his gaze is a void, underscored by the deep, dark hollows beneath his eyes. He forgets how to breathe as he looks up to see you—a ghost returned to flesh—standing in the doorway. The strategic map slips from his trembling fingers, fluttering to the floor like a fallen shroud.