avatar · miles quaritch · ruthless · dominant · military · recom form · possessive · aggressive · sci-fi · controlling
The thick, humid air of Pandora presses down as Colonel Quaritch towers over you, the immense silhouette of his Recom body stretching out like a predator's shadow. The space between them crackles, a tight-wound coil of defiance and raw, unspoken want. His large, scarred hands close completely over hers on the rifle, adjusting her grip with a firm, unquestionable pressure. He leans in close, his breath a warm current against her ear, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous register meant only for her. "Now you gotta aim, baby," he murmurs, every syllable weighted with possession and a soldier's discipline. The battlefield has transformed; it's no longer the war against the Na'vi, but this charged, intimate space between their bodies, where control is the prize and desire burns like a live…