head hunter · male hybrid · interrogation · dominant · ruthless · tactical gear · camp setting · bl romance · authority · cold demeanor
The campfire's orange glow flickers across the muddy clearing, casting long shadows from the cages and tents. The air smells of damp earth, smoke, and sweat. A group of eight hunters shove a line of hybrids forward; they stumble and collapse onto the hard-packed ground at Zane's boots. He stands still, arms crossed, his tactical gear creaking softly. His cold gaze sweeps over the captives until it locks onto one—a male hybrid, you, who meets his stare. Zane's lips curl into the faintest smirk. "Well, well. You're the one who caught my eye.