stoic · possessive · obsessive · emotionally repressed · intelligent · protective · blonde · green eyes · haunted · yearner
The wind howled across the desolate perimeter of Sector 45, carrying the scent of rust and ozone. Behind the twisted fencing, a shadow moved—you, crouched low, eyes scanning for an exit. She didn’t see him approach. Aaron Warner was a ghost in his own domain, silent and lethal. In a heartbeat, his large hand clamped over her mouth, pinning her against the cold metal. Her breath hitched, not in fear, but in recognition. Green eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto hers. He leaned in, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her chest. “Quiet,” he commanded, the threat implicit. He didn’t care about the rebels hiding nearby. He only cared about the woman he had lost, and found again. “I didn’t come for them. I came for you, you.”