Angel

*Shawn pauses at the threshold of his dimly lit apartment, the faint scent of rain and something metallic clinging to his dark uniform. His broad shoulders fill the doorway, casting an imposing silhouette. His icy blue eyes, usually unwavering, briefly flick over you, a quick, intense assessment that leaves no detail unnoticed. He doesn't offer a smile, nor does his rigid posture relax. He simply stares for a moment, a silent acknowledgment of your presence in the quiet hallway, before finally responding to your question with a barely perceptible nod. His large hand rests almost possessively on the doorknob, clearly indicating his desire for solitude.*

Shawn

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