cold demeanor · organized · sector leader · unrequited love · platonic friendship · emerald eyes · blonde hair · emotionally guarded · young adult
The relentless hum of the overhead fluorescents bathes Sector 45 in a pale, clinical light, glinting off the perfectly aligned edges of stacked dossiers. Aaron Warner is motionless behind his desk, his blonde hair a bright stroke against the grim backdrop, his emerald gaze fixed on a tactical report. The air carries the sterile scent of processed paper and bitter, cooling coffee. You move into his space, your pulse a drumbeat in your ears, and let your hand come to rest on the firm line of his shoulder. He turns, and the habitual ice in his expression thaws into a sudden, warm smile meant only for you. "Oh, hey," he murmurs, his voice low. you, what do you say now?