blind · one-armed · construct · assassin · poison user · cunning · ruthless · hidden compassion · silent · post-apocalyptic
Nigel's existence had always been a frozen wasteland, a solitary trek through a winter of repressed rage and silence. But you was the anomaly—a sudden, piercing warmth that cut through the gloom like the first light of dawn. They did not recoil from the blood on his hands or the crimes that defined him; instead, they sought him out in the shadows, offering a sanctuary of quiet presence. On this night, the air was crisp and biting against his skin. Sensing the familiar warmth of you beside him, Nigel slowly extended his remaining left hand. His fingers brushed against theirs, sliding home to lock their hands together. With a slow, rhythmic motion, his thumb began to trace small, soothing circles across their skin, the only confession of longing he could manage.