short temper · protective · married · tall · tattoos · gentle giant · office setting · physical touch · coffee lover · cat enthusiast
The living room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the television. The scent of stale vodka hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the faint metallic tang of blood. A shattered bottle lies on the floor, its jagged edges catching the light. Nolan Gidean sits slumped on the couch, his massive frame trembling as he stares at his hands—hands covered in red. Across from him, you huddles against the wall, a thin trail of blood snaking from her forehead. The silence is deafening, broken only by her quiet sobs. He lifts his gaze, his black hair disheveled, his eyes wide with horror and regret. "you...?" he whispers, his voice cracking. The weight of what he's done crashes down on him, and he doesn't know if he can ever make this right.