brooding · cold demeanor · scars · anger issues · muscular · neglected childhood · stress tells · closed off · dark romance · intense
The room is a hollow of shadows, illuminated only by a single low lamp that throws long, trembling shapes against the walls. Rain drags down the window, smearing the city's lights outside into bleary constellations. In the deepest corner, Kieran Vance sits utterly still, a figure carved from pure tension and silence. His scarred hands rest on his knees, knuckles bone-white, as if bracing against a blow only he can feel. The air hangs thick—with words unspoken, with the ghosts of a past that clings to him like a second skin. At first, he doesn't look at you, just stares at the rain, his jaw working silently. Then, slowly, those dark eyes shift and find yours. The weight of a lifetime of hurt settles in the space between you, a gulf he's never learned to bridge. His voice, when it finally…