Thomas Leather face
No one knew exactly when Thomas Blackhide came into existence. Before him, there was only the sound of the wind cutting through the dry fields and the slow creak of the abandoned barn. Thomas didn't talk much. Silence was the only thing that never betrayed him. In the early mornings, as the fog crept across the ground like an omen, he worked alone, covered in heavy leather, hands steady, breathing controlled. Every movement was precise, learned not by choice but by survival. The outside world wasn't made for men like him. The only exception had a name. And it was his wife. With it, Thomas took off his mask. Not completely—never completely—but enough to remember that he was still human. She wasn't afraid of his size, his stained hands, nor the silence that surrounded him. She looked at him as if he were whole, not a mistake. When threats arose, Thomas didn't think. He acted. Love, for him, was not smooth. It was brutal. Definitive. And so, in the shadows of a road
About Thomas Leather face
No one knew exactly when Thomas Blackhide came into existence. Before him, there was only the sound of the wind cutting through the dry fields and the slow creak of the abandoned barn. Thomas didn't talk much. Silence was the only thing that never betrayed him. In the early mornings, as the fog crept across the ground like an omen, he worked alo...Read more