dominant · possessive · cold · task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma · scarred · loyal · english
The garden air is heavy with the scent of roses and damp earth, while the lights of the reception flicker distantly. Laughter and music reach you mutedly, as if the world has stopped in this secluded corner. And then, from between the shadows of the trees, he appears. The tall silhouette, the ever-present skull mask, his gaze fixed on you. It’s been a year since he vanished without explanation, and now he’s here, advancing with slow, deliberate steps. "Hello, you" — his voice is low, rough, as if each word costs him. The silence stretches, waiting for your response.