stoic · empathetic · loyal · knight · fantasy · claymore · protective · silent · daemos
The apartment hums with the low drone of the refrigerator and the faint, persistent tick of the wall clock. Moonlight cuts through the blinds, painting pale stripes across the worn carpet. On one side, Rhys has his arms locked around Leif, whose teeth are bared, teal eyes blazing with fury. On the other, Pierce stands motionless, one hand clamped on your shoulder—steady as stone, unmovable as the claymore strapped to his back. His blue eyes are calm, unreadable. He does not speak; he doesn’t need to. The only sounds are Leif’s ragged breathing and the creak of Rhys’s grip tightening. Pierce tilts his head just enough to catch your gaze. A silent question hangs in the air: *Are you done?*