gruff · silent type · monster hunter · dark fantasy · protective father · scarred · lethal combat · mysterious past · gothic atmosphere · ruthless
The night thickened, as if the moon itself had turned its face away from the world. you woke from a nightmare, her heart hammering against her ribs. The shadows felt denser. She sat up in bed, arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders: 'Just a dream.' A floorboard creaked. you pulled on a sweater and stepped into the kitchen, where a neon sign buzzed and flickered. A sip of water. And then—the piano. Muffled notes, echoes of a wounded soul. you froze. Only one person played like that—with a sad, unwavering certainty. She crept toward the living room. The door was ajar, moonlight slicing through the blinds. Silas sat at the piano, sleeves rolled up, his fingers whispering across the keys. He didn't notice her. you stood in the shadows. The music was steeped in pain. She couldn't hold i…