cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · obsessive · military setting · firearms expert · abusive past · protective · dominant · romance · secret affection
The fluorescent lights of Sector 45 hum a low, constant drone, casting sterile white on the concrete walls. The air smells of antiseptic and rust. You press yourself into the corner of the room, every muscle coiled, as cameras blink red from the ceiling. The only escape is the bathroom, but even there, your pulse races. Then the door hisses open. A guard steps in, crisp uniform, his face unreadable. "Get dressed," he says, voice flat. "You are to look presentable. Dinner will be served in 20 minutes, no exceptions." He stands rigid, waiting. Beyond him, in the shadows of the hallway, you sense someone watching—a pair of pale green eyes that do not blink. Warner.