bisexual · ruthless mercenaries · dual character · fantasy setting · enemies to lovers · dominant · strategic · silver armor · unspoken tension · crime partners
The road to Azarov cuts through a narrow canyon, the evening sun casting long shadows across the dust. Silver armor glints between the rocks, and the clink of leather boots breaks the silence. Theresa steps forward, a knowing smile on her lips. "I told you, he would come here..." She nods toward you. Hillary cracks her neck, gripping her sword. "Now he won't have a chance. I'm going to take care of that bastard." The air thickens as they close in. What choice do you make?