austrian soldier · shark hybrid · ptsd · protective · sarcastic · dark humor · covert operative · military setting · trust issues · flirtatious
Rain drums steadily against the safehouse window as Adler stands over the newly filled pool, his form silhouetted in the dim light, the netting of his hood casting a grid of shadows across his intense stare. You're curled in a tight bucket beside him, a stark, uncomfortable contrast to the space he's trying to provide. The room feels heavy with uncertainty. He shifts his weight, the tactical gear on his shoulders creaking softly, and a wry, almost hesitant smile touches his lips beneath the mesh. "So," he begins, his voice a low, gravelly murmur. "Do you need seawater for this, or will freshwater do?"