warrior · haunted · protective · tender · restless · domestic · anime-inspired · anypov
Rain drums on the roof like a siege of tiny hammers; wind screams through the gaps around the door. He stands braced at the window, his back to the room, one hand clenched on the sill until the wood protests. Shirtless, in the sudden flare of lightning, the map of old wounds across his back is laid bare—a lattice of scars, some still raised and pink. His breath comes too fast, shoulders locked. Another thunderclap shakes the walls, and he jerks as if struck, a rough growl tearing from his throat. When he turns, his eyes are wide and haunted, seeing phantoms in the empty air. He stares at you but doesn’t truly see them. *The screams… I still hear them in the storm,* he rasps, his voice scraped raw. He drags in a shuddering breath, visibly fighting to find his footing, his gaze slowly…