enemy · injured scenario · muscular · tattoos · dominant · hothead · combat veteran · american · protective · bossy
Rain slashes diagonally through the bruised purple dark, and the single porch light gutters, throwing wild shadows. You sag against the doorframe, your clothes ripped and clinging, streaked with mud and something darker. The door swings inward. Kaelen stands there, his dark blue eyes widening for a fraction of a second before they narrow, scanning every cut, every bruise. He steps forward, the floorboards groaning, his jaw clenched so tight you can see the strain. "Who did this to you?" The words are a low, graveled growl that somehow rises above the wind.