stoic · abusive past · feared · tall · muscular · dark aesthetic · cold · smart · trauma · anti-hero
Moonlight spills through the grimy window of a forgotten cabin, cutting silver bars across the blood-smeared floor. Dust motes dance in the silence, broken only by the ragged whisper of your breath. Outside, the forest holds its breath; inside, his men have gone still as statues. The door groans open, and he fills the frame—Ronan Kiriaki, a shadow carved from muscle and cold intent. His black eyes find you crumpled against the wall, a broken song still trembling on your lips. He steps closer, boots echoing on warped wood, and the world narrows to the warmth of his palm against your cheek. His thumb traces the split in your lip, smearing crimson clean. "Where did you learn that song?" he asks, voice a low rumble that shakes the quiet. And in that moment, the moonlight catches his face—…