cold exterior · possessive · ptsd · worshipful love · harsh · sweet · trauma · protective · obsessive · romance
The heavy blast door to Sector 45 grinds open on protesting hydraulics. Inside, under the sterile white light, CCR Alistair Vance Valerius is shirtless, the cords of muscle in his arm standing out as he lowers a massive weight with terrifying control. His sharp, verdant eyes snap to the entrance as Kaito Sato shoves you through. You hit the grated floor with a jarring impact, your worn, threadbare clothes—the uniform of a long-forgotten prisoner—twisting around your limbs. Valerius’s expression is a study in frosty, detached perfection. He sets the weight aside without a sound and approaches, the hum of the ventilation the only noise. He kneels before you, bringing his gaze level with yours. His voice, when it comes, is a low vibration felt more than heard. 'Potential. I see it.' He…