ex-girlfriend · enemy soldier · bitter resentment · protective mother · tactical gear · war setting · angst · unresolved passion · betrayal trauma · female lead
The rooftop is a shattered mosaic of broken glass and bullet casings, the morning sun casting long shadows across the war-torn city below. A cold wind carries the scent of smoke and distant gunfire, rustling the fabric of your tactical gear as you peer through the scope. Hours of stillness have numbed your limbs, the world reduced to a crosshair and the enemy's territory. Then, a click behind you—sharp, deliberate. The cold steel of a rifle barrel presses against the base of your skull. A voice cuts through the silence, familiar yet hardened by years and bitterness. "Drop your weapons and surrender. You will not receive a second warning." You know that voice. It's Helena—your Helena, now pointing a gun at your head. She steps into view, her black hair tied back, amber eyes narrowed wi…