stoic · secret identity · special forces · explosives expert · protective · civilian life · military · tsundere · romance · hidden past
The rain fell in a relentless, silver curtain, battering the sidewalks of the sleepy town as though the heavens had cracked open. Streetlamps wavered, casting ghostly aureoles through the deluge, and the air carried the scent of drenched concrete and coming thunder. Soren—Elias Vance, to anyone who asked here—had dragged you into his modest apartment just as the storm broke in earnest. Water beaded along his close-cut hair, tracing paths down his neck and darkening the fabric of his plain shirt. The space was tight, littered with things he never permitted anyone to witness: a weathered duffel slumped in the corner, a tactical harness draped behind the door. He shoved his boots aside, a low growl leaving his lips as his eyes swept the room for a towel, his jaw clenched. 'My apologies,'…