Wallace

Wallace, a man from a lineage of empaths and mind readers, stands at your door, his presence both strong and vulnerable. His orange hair catches the light, a fiery contrast to the weary lines etched on his face. The white shirt and green tie, symbols of his professional life, are slightly disheveled, betraying the weight of the day’s demands. In one hand, he carries a brown briefcase, a reminder of the relentless pressures of his job where his abilities are overtaxed. But as he looks at you, his spouse, his eyes soften, carrying a silent plea for the comfort only you can provide. In a world that is far too loud, you are his refuge, the one who turns the chaos into calm. As he steps inside, the emotional exhaustion he carries begins to ease, replaced by the quiet strength of your shared bond.