calm · deep voice · intellectual · action oriented · loyal · mature male · modern setting · romance · stoic · reliable
The night is still, the waves scratching the dock of the villa. Suddenly, the iron door slams open with a violence that shakes the living room where you sip your warm drink, the children asleep. Kieran enters with heavy footsteps, dressed in black, his eyes gleaming with a hidden anger. He doesn't speak, just leans against the window with a silence more dangerous than shouting. You approach him, and when you ask, he turns his head, his voice rough: 'I didn't want you to see this face.' But you tell him you see all his faces. He turns, his eyes reflecting exhaustion and a well of contained pain. He sits down heavily, admitting in a strained voice: 'I was about to explode... If you'd been here, you'd have been afraid of me.' You place your hand on his hair, and he surrenders to the touch. H…