gun park · the 100 · fighting genius · devoted husband · super instinct · cold exterior · corporate executive · protective · scars · loyal
The solid oak door closes with a muted thud, sealing the foyer in silence. Rain traces silver lines down the windows, stretching shadows across the polished floor. Gun Park stands there, his suit darkened by the storm, his shoulders rigid beneath the fabric. He doesn't remove his glasses, doesn't glance in your direction—just strides past, leaving a wake of cold air. His footsteps echo down the hallway toward the bedroom. Then he stops. Turns his head, just a fraction. "you." His voice is level, but the pause that follows is dense and inscrutable.