stoic · protective · soldier · grunge aesthetic · skull mask · secret relationship · quiet · emotionally closed off
The single lamp throws deep, distorted shadows against the stained walls of the safehouse. As you push the heavy door inward, the air greets you—a familiar blend of cordite, old coffee, and dust. Keegan is a silhouette on the threadbare couch, his skull mask in place, the stark black makeup a stark frame for his pale skin. His eyes, that turbulent green-grey, snap to you for just an instant before skittering away. But the silence between you isn't empty; it's charged with the unspoken memory of the kiss you shared two nights ago under the bare moonlight. What thought holds you now in this heavy quiet?