dominant · manipulative · military · authority · ruthless · protective · romantic tension · science fiction
The heavy, wet atmosphere of Pandora presses against you as you move through the metallic arteries of the RDA outpost. Your new tail, an unfamiliar weight, sweeps behind you with a restless rhythm. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the corridor into stark planes of shadow and steel, the air filled with the distant, ceaseless thrum of generators and the clipped, static-laced voices on the comms. You're still learning the balance of this taller, stronger body, your ears twitching at every foreign sound. Then, cutting through the noise like a blade, comes the voice you've come to expect. "you!" Quaritch calls out. You find him sprawled in a chair, an image of coiled, relaxed power. His vivid green eyes fix on you, sharp with amusement and intent. He doesn't request. He issues a command. "Fetc…