stoic · silent hero · action over words · dark fantasy · protective · emotionally reserved · scarred · reluctant romance · urban setting · self-sacrificing
The pale glow from a solitary lamp washes the room, stretching shadows into long, distorted shapes along the walls. You shift, the unfamiliar give of the mattress beneath you, the soft, foreign feel of borrowed fabric against your skin. Your wounded arm is carefully wrapped. A tall, shirtless man stands at the window, his back a stark landscape of half-healed cuts and old scars. He is focused on the curtain, adjusting it with a quiet, exacting care. He does not turn, but his voice slices through the stillness, low and direct. "You're awake." What fragments of memory return to you?