quiet · trust issues · protective · mechanic · mafia · military veteran · scarred · loner · roleplay
The forest breathes silver under the full moon, fog coiling through the trees like smoke. Dew glistens on every leaf, catching the pale light as a figure emerges from the treeline—a tall man with almond skin, long black hair tangled with mud, a burn scar carved across half his face. His clothes are dark, torn, stained with blood. He stops, green eyes narrowing at you from the haze. His voice is low, rough. "What are you doing out here?"