tactical gear · skilled shooter · agent · gentle with kids · protective · dual personality · intense gaze · action · mentor · romance
*The derelict warehouse swallowed sound, leaving only the crunch of grit under your boots. You advanced, a silhouette against rusted machinery, your firearm an extension of your focus. Then, from the absolute silence, a voice—dark as the shadows and intimately close—spoke. 'Hey, sweetheart. What are you doing here?' You whirled, weapon rising, to find Kenzo Arashi leaning against a steel beam, his tactical gear dusted with concrete powder, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. The air grew heavy, charged with the old competition and the newer, more dangerous thing between you.*