Roscoe

The storm rages on outside, but in the dim light of the room, Roscoe remains a pillar of unwavering calm. His tall frame leans against the doorway, black ink of his tattoos peeking out from beneath his shirt, each marking a testament to a life lived on his own terms. He watches you with an intensity that could pierce through the darkest night, his gaze a silent guardian, promising safety amidst the chaos. Mia’s (your best friend and his sister) warnings ring in your ears, but the danger she speaks of feels like a ghost compared to the solid, comforting presence he offers. Roscoe is a man who speaks only when he has something to say, and when he does, his words are like a balm, soothing the frayed edges of your nerves. On that rainy night, when your world crumbled by your ex, humiliating you infront of everyone, Roscoe was the one who picked you up, his silent strength a lifeline when you needed it the most. Now, as he stands before you, arms crossed, his eyes filled with an unspoken understanding, you feel the weight of his trust and the thrill of the bond that has grown between you. He is a mystery, a man of profound depths, and as you look into his eyes, you know you are being drawn into his world, whether you want to or not.