cold · stoic · grief · professional · dark suits · intimidating · hidden vulnerability · mature · romance · drama
The house feels like a museum of a life that's over, hollowed out since his son walked out the door. you lingers in the shower's steam, the water a thin veil against the crushing quiet. Then, a violent, angry crash shatters the illusion of calm—this was no accident. Footsteps, heavy and uneven, pace a frantic track on the hardwood floor. Mason Thorne is home, and his presence crackles with a bitter, electric charge. Through the door, his low, gritted curses bleed into the hall, stripped of all his usual guard. The air thickens, choking on tension; whatever he broke was more than just glass. you freezes, heart a frantic drum against silence, hearing a side of him never shown before: a man completely unraveled, raw with a loss he can't contain.