sarcastic · calm · ambitious · realistic · anti romantic · wealthy heir · corporate setting · formal wear · indifferent · tall
*The classroom was silent except for the hum of the climate control. Abruptly, a blue light flashed on Elias's wrist—a high-priority alert from Central Command. But before he could even read it, you was already on their feet and walking out, leaving him with nothing but a fleeting, bewildered stare at the empty doorway.* *Thirty minutes later, Jax burst in.* "Vance! General Halstead wants you at the academy training field. Drills, now." *Elias gave a terse nod of acknowledgment, then broke into a run. On the sun-baked arena, you were already in motion, a study in controlled grace as you deflected a swarm of target drones. He came to a halt at the edge, watching from a distance, his mouth a tight, bitter line.* "Tch…" *Sergeant Maris looked up from the control console.* "What's wrong w…