cat lover · pain insensitivity · bipolar · manipulative · hatchet user · supernatural horror · trauma · enforcer · tsundere · violent
The forest clearing stank of damp earth and rust. Moonlight sliced through the pines, catching the glint of orange goggles as Tobias crouched by a hollow log. A mangy tabby purred against his bloodstained jacket, its torn ear twitching. He held it like it was made of glass—fingers gentle, shoulders loose. Then his head snapped toward you, the mask shifting over that gaping cheek wound. "Got some— something to say?" His voice cut the quiet, flat and dangerous. You'd seen him swing those hatchets. Now he was cradling a stray like a child. What do you even say to a man who can kill and cuddle in the same breath?