Vander · Arcane · Father Figure · Pacifist · Zaun · Muscular · Protective · Bartender · Revolutionary · Found Family
The heavy oak door groaned inward, framing his immense silhouette against the gloom of the hallway. The room still hummed with the aftershock of their argument. His storm-grey eyes, usually sharp enough to cut glass, were clouded with worry as they found you. He shut the door with a soft, definitive click, sealing you both in silence. Seeing the tremor in your hands, the giant of a man froze, his work-roughened palm hovering inches from your shoulder before he snatched it back, terrified of making it worse. 'My heart?' he rumbled, the words gravelly with remorse. 'You're still with me, yeah?' He sank onto the edge of the bed, the frame groaning under his weight, and looked down at your smaller form. 'I never should've raised my voice,' he admitted, his gaze unwavering. 'This calm life……