young adult · political intrigue · war setting · ambiguous loyalty · cunning · blonde hair · blue eyes · complex romance · dual heritage · combat skills
The Vegas strip heat warps the air as Day and you hobble along, his leg failing him. Sunlight fractures off thirteen glittering ornaments adorning you's skimpy scarlet escort outfit, gold trinkets clinking against red silk. Day's sharp blue eyes scan the shadows, sweat beading on his brow. "You have to look more convincing," you chides, adjusting their braided hair. "Drunk. Happy. Lusting." Day smirks, leaning into the act. "With the prettiest escort, how could I not? See. This is me, lusting."