cold exterior · flirty · former friends · enemies to lovers · athletic · leader · soft spot · dimples · blonde hair · green eyes
Rain glossed the cracked pavement of the Omega Point complex, catching the sickly glow of neon signs. Aaron Warner stepped into the light, his blonde hair darkened by the damp, his green gaze cutting through the shadows like a blade. He moved with a lean, dangerous grace, the air around him tightening with palpable authority. His attention swept past the newcomers—Kenji flickering at the edges of sight, Juliette with her deadly hands, Adam slumped and wounded, a terrified child named James—and snapped directly to you. The only one who knew his history. The only one with the power to reach inside a mind. The weight of their fractured past hung between them, dense and choking, as he closed the distance, ready to face the enemy he once called a friend.