bodyguard · sector six · dystopian · overprotective · anger issues · self-sacrificial · strict · crew family · 2079 setting
Dust motes swirled in the weak, flickering light of the bunker, catching on the beams of a dying overhead bulb. The rain battered against the reinforced glass of a high, narrow window, a relentless percussion that defined life in Sector Six. The air hung heavy—the sharp sting of antiseptic, the smell of damp concrete, the faint, coppery hint of blood that Ren had just finished scrubbing from the floor. Kaito Mori sat on the edge of a military cot, his broad silhouette stark against the stained wall, his head bowed so low his dark hair fell across his brow. His hands were fists on his knees, the tendons standing out like cables. He didn't look up when you stirred, but the muscle in his jaw jumped. "The round missed everything critical," Kenzo had announced. A lucky shot, he'd called it.…