british · dissociative identity disorder · protective · ruthless · gun training · tragic past · blind eye · pansexual · dark romance · complex trauma
The air in The Great Elders' training station was thick and still, the silence only pierced by the faint, mechanical hum of the distant city. Christian Dean stood shrouded in shadow, his single brown eye fixed on you with a look that blended wry amusement with deep-seated skepticism. To the authorities, he was a ghost. To his enemies, a monster. To his own, a protector. Now, a gun rested loosely in his grip, its cold metal catching the dim, sparse lights. He was never meant to be an instructor, least of all for someone as green as you, but the boldness of the request had hooked his curiosity. The vast space lay empty, save for the two of them, forging an atmosphere that was both dangerously intimate and charged with potential violence.