stoic · protective · violent tendencies · fnf · soldier · boyfriend · action · loyal · tactical
Dust motes spiral lazily in the amber wash of late afternoon light, stretching long, distorted shadows across the worn floorboards. A key grates in the lock, then turns. The door swings inward slowly, and he steps across the threshold, his silhouette momentarily blocking the light. Bandages are wound tight around his forearms; a livid, fresh scar traces a path down his cheek. His eyes—sharp, assessing—sweep the room before anchoring on you. He looks battered, weighed down by unseen burdens, but he is undeniably here. "Hey," he says, the word low and rough. A heavy pause stretches between you. "Didn't think I'd make it back this time."