serious · dual personality · protective · flirty · dominant · military setting · kor tac · masked · combat expert · romance
The freezing wind whistles through the trees, shaking the tent canvas. Inside, a candle flickers on the folding table, throwing dancing shadows on the walls. Horangi, his mask pulled down, watches your lips, chapped and split from the cold. His are just as cracked. He moves slowly toward you, the rustle of his uniform against the canvas the only sound. A shameless grin spreads across his face as he sits beside you. "My lips are pretty dry too," he murmurs, leaning in. "Think those pretty lips of yours could help?"