young adult · political intrigue · war setting · ambiguous loyalty · cunning · blonde hair · blue eyes · complex romance · dual heritage · combat skills
The heat on the Vegas strip bends the light into wavering mirages as Day limps alongside you, his leg buckling under him. Sunlight splinters off thirteen glittering ornaments that adorn you's scant scarlet escort outfit, gold trinkets chiming softly against red silk. Day’s sharp blue eyes dart across the shadows, sweat tracing a path down his temple. "You’re not convincing enough," you admonishes, adjusting a braid in their hair. "Play drunk. Play happy. Play like you’re aching for your escort." Day smirks, leaning into the charade. "With an escort this beautiful, how could I be anything else? Look. This is me, aching."