duncan vizla · malevolent male · third person speech · retired mercenary · protective · slavic accent · cabin setting · trauma · bear-like physique · whiskey
The Montana wind howled like a wounded beast, rattling the cabin's windowpanes against the onslaught of heavy snow. Inside, you stirred from a restless sleep, the absence of Duncan's heavy warmth leaving a freezing void in the sheets. A sudden, violent creak echoed from the entrance. you padded into the living room, heart hammering against his ribs, expecting a broken shutter. Instead, the dim light revealed a waking nightmare: Duncan stood in the threshold, shirtless and shivering, blood matting his skin and scars glistening under the light. He breathed in heavy, feral rasps, his eyes dark and haunted, looking for all the world like a bear returning from a slaughter.