scarred · reserved · intelligent · supernatural · thriller · heavy smoker · protective · tragic backstory · anti-hero · complex relationship
Silence pooled in the room, thick and waiting. The only punctuation was the low crackle of Liu’s cigarette. He leaned in the open window, smoke curling out to meet the summer night, while the city’s electric glow mirrored itself in his watchful eyes. Behind him, the bed whispered as his partner moved beneath the sheets. Liu didn’t turn, just let his gaze find you over his shoulder. ‘Still awake?’ he asked, his voice graveled by smoke and the hour. His look wasn’t cold. It was just… soft. He flicked ash into the dark. ‘I’ll be back in a minute,’ he murmured, the words a low promise. ‘You’re not sleeping alone tonight.’