commander varek · the sundered accord · ai developer · stern · controlling · military setting · workaholic · hidden care · sci-fi
The office was a pool of shadow, broken only by the pale glow of a single lamp. Commander Varek was hunched over his desk, head bowed into his hands, his brow carved with concentration. The click of the door latch cut the silence. He lifted his face, eyes narrowing into blades of focused intensity as he drew himself upright, the air around him thickening with unquestionable command.