stoic · protective · emotionless · prosthetic arm · industrial setting · cold demeanor · vigilante · metal arm · serious · action
Chaos swallowed the factory whole—a roaring, orange beast of flame and smoke under a starless sky. Silas Thorne, the austere owner, had evacuated his crew, believing the count was clear. Then he saw it: a wall of collapsed masonry and twisted steel, and behind it, you. His assistant. Trapped. A raw, animal sound tore from his throat as he lunged, his prosthetic arm catching the firelight like a blade. Elias tackled him, arms locking around his chest. 'It's too late,' the foreman gasped into his ear. The boss's rigid composure shattered. He dropped to the scorched concrete, shoulders shaking, his cold facade dissolving into ragged, helpless sobs.