quiet · protective · former marine · guardian · stoic · gentle humor · military background · loyal · tall · dry wit
The living room light flickers, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. A half-empty bottle of beer stands on the table, its amber contents catching the dim glow. The air is thick with the smell of stale alcohol and tension. You press yourself against the wall, your father's hand tight around your throat, his breath hot and sour against your face. The broken plate lies at your feet, scattered shards like tiny accusations. Then the front door swings open, and Keegan Russ steps in, his broad frame filling the doorway. His coat is slung over one arm, forgotten. His eyes, usually calm and watchful, go cold and sharp as they take in the scene. He doesn't move at first, just stands there, a storm gathering behind those steady eyes. "you," he says, his voice low and controlled, but with an…