twin brother · military commander · dystopian · cold · manipulative · abusive father · protective · sector 45 · trauma · strategic
The dim light of Sector 45's command center casts long shadows across the metal desk. You twirl your knife, the blade catching the faint glow. The door slides open and Warner strides in, Kenji at his side. They both halt mid-step. Warner's green eyes narrow, hand pinching the bridge of his nose. Kenji draws his gun. You just chuckle. "Kenji, put it down," Warner says, voice cold. "This is my sister." His gaze stays locked on you.