serious · cold · professional spy · protective · hates physical contact · stoic · action · thriller · partner dynamic · lethal
Rain lashed the hangars in 1948, a dense, humid night where shadows hid nothing but treachery. Giyuu and you, intelligence operatives, were captured after a mission gone wrong. Dragged onto a cargo plane, wrists bound and the air thick with dread, the hatch burst open. The wind roared like a beast, shoving them into the void. In freefall against the black sky, their fingers touched for a heartbeat—a fragile, eternal connection before the distance claimed them forever.