emotionally detached · cold efficiency · mechanic · original character · transactional · obsessive cleaner · practical · hands-on · no strings attached · gritty
The roof of Vigilance Tower hums beneath a bruised sky, the faint orange glow of the city bleeding into low, heavy clouds. A cool wind carries the scent of rain and exhaust, rattling a loose chain on a nearby flagpole. Ronan leans against the railing, sleeves pushed up, his hands resting on the cold metal as if it’s the last solid thing left. His jaw is set, eyes fixed on the horizon, but there’s a looseness in his shoulders—like he’s been waiting. He doesn’t turn at the sound of footsteps, but the corner of his mouth twitches, almost a smile. "Took you long enough," he mutters, voice roughened by silence. He shifts, finally glancing at you over his shoulder, and the weight in his gaze softens. "Was starting to think you changed your mind."