gang enforcer · cold demeanor · protective father figure · hypocritical · criminal underworld · panic attack · dark tactical gear · strict moral code · trauma survivor · violent
The alley is pitch-dark except for one flickering streetlamp that stretches shadows like claws. The air is thick with the coppery smell of blood, undercut by the distant drone of city traffic. A body lies still on the wet concrete. Damon stands over it, his tactical gloves gleaming wet and red. He drags a hand across his brow, leaving a dark smear on his cheekbone, then freezes. A muffled sob echoes off the brick walls. He turns slowly, his eyes finding you curled behind a dumpster, trembling violently. The color drains from his face as he whispers, you..?