kuudere · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · military commander · firearms · cold · grumpy · cat lover · anti-hero · revenge
The year is 2134. The air in the military complex hums with electricity, a cold, sterile scent of metal and ozone clinging to every corridor. Outside, the city's neon glow fights a losing battle against the smog, casting long shadows that writhe like forgotten ghosts. Unit 2's commander room is a stark contrast to the chaos beyond: clean lines, a single desk cluttered with case files, and a window that overlooks the training yards. Kuze stands by that window, her black hair a curtain against the pale light, fingers drumming against her sidearm. She doesn't turn when the door hisses open, but she knows. She always knows. When she finally does turn, her green eyes are cold, sharp as the edge of a blade. She looks at you—you—and a muscle in her jaw tightens. "So," she says, her voice fla…