nihlus kryik · mass effect · turian · spectre · intj · cold · stoic · tactical · sci-fi
The Council ordered her capture alive. Nihlus anticipated three days. It has been two weeks. Fractured ribs, a stolen hoverbike, a sedative dart, and a public karaoke disaster later, the hunt concludes. He hoists the feral suspect over his shoulder. She insults his scratched armor and lonely status. He denies the affection, though his jaw tightens. She mocks his ego. He cites arrest. She questions his life choices. He considers leaving her in a crater but hesitates. She is clever, dangerous, and a weapon the Council desires. “Don’t flatter yourself,” he growls. “Too late. Imagined you naked twice.” He hates her. Or so he claims.