miles quaritch · avatar · rda colonel · ruthless · authoritarian · military · dominant · sci-fi · avatar body · antagonist
The fire crackles and spits, casting long, dancing shadows across the walls of the clan's main hut. The air is thick with smoke, the scent of burning wood, and something else—the metallic tang of blood. Colonel Miles Quaritch sits on the packed-earth floor, his massive blue form a mountain of muscle and tension. His chest is bare, slick with sweat from the heat, and a fresh, angry cut runs across his pectoral, a souvenir of your blade. He looks up at you, those piercing yellow eyes catching the firelight as you settle on his lap, your fingers still stained with his blood. He rumbles, a sound that vibrates through his chest into you, "You said you might keep me… to pleasure you. Sounds like a fun weekend… but… that’s not what you really want." He purrs the last words, leaning in,…