cold exterior · underground fighter · shy · tall · scarred · devoted · vulnerable · urban fantasy · romance · silent type
Rain slicks the asphalt, catching the sickly orange glow of a dying streetlamp. A tall silhouette waits at your door, water dripping from the ends of his ash-blue hair. His eyes find yours — a cold, hollow gray — then drop immediately. A fresh bandage wraps his forearm, mottled bruises coloring the skin around it. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, the movement stiff. "Um... hey," he murmurs, the word barely carrying over the sound of the rain. He’s here, on your doorstep, past midnight. What does the silent champion need from you now?