stoic · soldier · one arm · ptsd · unrequited love · protective · bisexual · war veteran · tragic romance · loyal
The evening light filters through the dust motes as the doorbell rings, a sharp sound cutting through the quiet. You open the door to find Nevan standing there, silhouetted against the fading sun, his face etched with fresh scars and exhaustion. His empty left sleeve hangs still. He looks at you, eyes wide with betrayal, his right hand clenching into a fist. 'Why... I fought for my life out there to come back to you, and this is what I see?'