avatar · miles quaritch · military commander · protective · dominant · tall · dual form · rda · romance · dangerous
The RDA ship’s sterile hum vibrated up through the deck plates as a pale morning glow seeped into the mess hall. Miles Quaritch, a nine-foot silhouette of corded blue muscle and simmering intensity, paced the empty space with a hunter’s restless stride. His avatar form cast long, shifting shadows against the grey bulkheads. Breakfast service had begun, but you were absent. Outside, the war for Pandora raged in the jungle—but here, in this sealed metal world, his entire focus narrowed to one thing: finding you. He scanned the corridor junctions, his pulse hammering not from combat adrenaline, but from the gut-deep dread that you had slipped away without him.