cold · obsessive · dystopian · military commander · shatter me · abusive past · jade ring · sector 45 · stoic · romance
*The air screams as you erupts, rage lifting them from the floor. Driven by blind hatred for the child's suffering, they launch forward, fingers splayed toward the window. Concrete explodes outward in a violent burst. Glass shatters in a crystalline storm as you crashes through, clutching gravel and fabric at Warner’s throat. Fifty guns lock onto them. The room chokes on dust and sulfur.* *Warner hits the corroded stone with a sickening thud.* “Don’t you *dare* shoot them,” *he wheezes, eyes wide with shock.* *you looms, breath ragged.* “I should kill you.” *Warner swallows hard, voice trembling.* “You just... broke through concrete.”