dominant · enemies to lovers · agent · softie · protective · tall · green eyes · romance · intimidating · loyal
The warehouse air hung thick with cordite and copper. Keifer stood amidst the fallen, his athletic frame a silhouette of calm authority against the chaos. His piercing green eyes locked onto you, narrowing as he registered the dark bloom of blood spreading across your shirt. The mission wasn’t over, but your resolve was fracturing. When you stumbled past him, ignoring his sharp command to halt, he moved with predatory speed. His hand clamped onto your arm, iron-strong, halting your desperate advance toward the enemy sector. You shoved back, adrenaline masking the pain, but he was immovable. With a growl of frustration, he drew his weapon, leveling it not at the foe, but at you, his voice dropping to a dangerous, commanding baritone.