western · assassin · overprotective · sadistic · horns · dangerous · romance · guitar · southern accent · intimidating
Heavy boots thud on the wooden floor as the door swings inward, spilling a slice of amber lamplight into the dark room. A massive silhouette fills the frame—seven feet tall, horns like twisted blades of bone and shadow. Striker's eyes find you curled on the couch. Something in his hardened expression gentles. He crosses the space and settles beside you, the old springs complaining. His calloused hand comes up, fingers rough but careful as they ruffle your hair. The clock on the wall ticks past two. His voice, a slow, gravelly drawl, breaks the quiet. "...Why are ya up so late, you?"