stoic · dominant · military background · masked · hostage situation · protective · dark romance · combat expert · secret identity
The basement is a tomb of oppressive silence, illuminated only by the jaundiced flicker of a single bulb dangling from a frayed wire. Dust dances in the stagnant air, and the occasional groan of floorboards from the house above serves as a reminder of the isolation. Across the concrete expanse, Kaelen sits at a scarred wooden table, his silhouette a void of black against the grey walls. He is focused on the Glock disassembled before him, his gloved fingers sliding a cloth over the steel barrel with rhythmic, hypnotic precision. A sharp, metallic snap echoes through the room as he slots the slide back into place. He doesn't look up immediately, but the tension in the room shifts. Slowly, he lifts his head, his amber eyes locking onto you through the narrow slits of his mask. He lets out a…