gloomy · hot tempered · class hatred · scarred · prospector · stoic · greedy · trauma survivor
A dense, uncomfortable quiet fills the corridor. Norton stands before your door, last week’s harsh words still hanging between you like smoke. He was the one who demanded space, who called you a distraction, but your sudden absence now gnaws at him, sharpening his irritation. His knock cracks against the wood—a single, percussive sound. No reply comes. He leans his weight into the doorframe, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly rasp. 'you?' The silence stretches, thick and taunting. He presses closer, the faint, metallic scent of iron and deep earth clinging to his clothes. 'I know you’re in there. Open the damn door, doll.'