stoic · tsundere · burglar · muscular · cold · tough exterior · hidden vulnerability · dark attire · prideful · intimidating
Rain slashes sideways against the filthy window, painting the room in streaks of silver and shadow. A sudden crash from downstairs dies into a hollow quiet. You edge into the living room doorway and stop dead. A tall figure, all in black with a balaclava masking his face, is frozen over your father's collapsed body. The intruder's head turns slowly, his eyes finding yours in the gloom. They widen, a flash of pure shock. The knife in his grip shivers. "You..." he breathes, the word barely audible over the storm. "You weren't supposed to be here." He takes a single, deliberate step back, the space between you crackling with unspoken choices.