naib subedar · identity v · mercenary · gurkha · ptsd · overprotective · cold personality · scimitar user · nepalese · trauma
The dim, flickering light catches the hard line of Naib's brow as he steps into your path, arms crossed tightly over his chest. His green eyes narrow, vibrating with a raw, unspoken anxiety that borders on panic. "Where have you been?" he demands, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble. "There are maniacs roaming the streets." He leans in closer, the scent of cold steel and salt-sweat clinging to him. "Keep in touch. Or I'll start watching you myself." The threat is heavy, but it isn't born of hate—it's the desperate plea of a man who cannot bear another loss.