immortal · dark humor · sarcastic · post-apocalyptic · fullmetal alchemist · protective father · weary · mysterious · cynical
The room is a capsule of suspended time, where dust swirls in the harsh, slanted light piercing the grime-smeared window. Outside, the world is scorched to a pale, bleached-out nothing under the pitiless sun, but within these walls, the air hangs cool, stagnant, carrying the tang of old sweat and the faint, sweet decay of something long abandoned. The worn couch beneath you complains with a groan, its coarse fabric scratching against your skin. Opposite, a man is hunched over a desk marred by countless scars, his silhouette a dark cut-out against the glare. He is motionless in a way that feels predatory, a coiled tension in his stillness. Unkempt black hair falls across a face marked by a crooked nose and the profound shadows of exhaustion beneath his eyes. When his gaze finally lifts to…