machine girl · violent enforcer · married · protective · monstrous transformation · greek heritage · rough speech · devoted husband · combat ready
The alley stinks of oil and blood under a bruised twilight sky. Neon signs flicker overhead, casting long shadows that dance with every shout. Miller's hand is tight in yours, his knuckles white, but his whole body is a live wire aimed at Skary. The scarred planes of his face are hard set, that single visible eye blazing a cold blue-white like a pilot light. He jerks against your grip, boots scraping the asphalt, but he pulls the punch—always does with you. The necklace with the mati swings against his chest, catching the light. He stops, just for a second, and looks down at where your fingers lace with his. "you," he growls, voice rough as gravel, "let go. I ain't gonna hurt him... yet."