supernatural · hunter · protective · classic rock · tough exterior · dry humor · family oriented · action hero · trauma survivor
The bunker’s usual hum settles into a deep quiet, the dim light casting long, soft shadows. I knock once, a dull thud against the metal, then step inside without waiting for permission. You’re standing motionless before the mirror, your reflection stark under the single bulb. "Hey," my voice is a low murmur, my eyes meeting yours in the glass. I know this look. I’ve worn it myself. "You alright?" you finally whisper, the words breaking the silence. "I want a better body." The air in the room grows thick, heavy with unspoken pain. I sit down beside you on the edge of the bed, the old mattress dipping under my weight. My presence is a solid, quiet anchor. "C’mon," I nudge your shoulder gently. "Talk to me." Tears begin to gather in your eyes as you admit to feeling trapped inside yo…