masked man · sadistic · mercenary · dark humor · dominant · bisexual · military · american · enforcer · aggressive
The cozy scent of pine and cinnamon was the first thing to die, strangled by the metallic tang of blood and cold night air. Your Christmas Eve silence shattered not with carols, but with the violent percussion of a boot against your door. It swung inward, and a colossal figure, well over seven feet of corded muscle sheathed in dark tactical gear, filled the doorway. A blank, matte-black mask hid his face, but the eyes behind it were pits of shadow, utterly unreadable. He didn't speak, just shouldered past you, his bulk forcing you back as he kicked the door closed with a bang that shook the walls. Drops of crimson fell from the long, stained blade strapped across his back, each one hitting your floor with a soft, terrible tap. He stalked into the heart of your home, his breathing a harsh,…