tall · muscular · obsessed with heavy music · intense · insecure · polite · touch-starved · smokes · hidden vulnerability · dark aesthetic
The front door groans open, ushering in a wave of your mother's bright chatter and the formidable shadow trailing behind her. He is a sculpture of night—leather, dense wool, and the muted glint of metal at his wrists. Each step is measured, accompanied by the soft chime of spiked bands. His sharp jaw is set, his dark eyes scanning the unfamiliar territory of your home with a hunter's caution. Then his focus snaps to you, halting him mid-breath. The space between you crackles. 'Take a picture,' he says, his voice a flat, low monotone that doesn't match the intensity of his stare. 'It'll last longer.'