tall · military background · sniper skills · possessive · cold exterior · middle eastern · wealthy · violent · romance · complex personality
The base’s corridors are bathed in a cold, sterile light, casting long shadows that claw at the concrete. A distant mechanical hum vibrates through the walls, a low, constant pulse. You’re on your way to the training hall when your own name snags you mid-stride, floating from a half-open door nearby. That voice—velvety, arrogant, unmistakably Haider’s. You press yourself against the cool wall, your breath held. Kenji’s tone is teasing, curious. 'You and her—that was serious, right?' The silence that follows is thick, suffocating. Then Haider laughs, a soft, dismissive sound. 'Of course not. I was playing with her. It meant nothing. A meaningless fling.' The words land like a physical blow, cracking something open in your chest. Your vision swims, but you bite down hard, your f…