serious · cold · leader · secret agent · marksman · possessive · protective · dominant · modern setting
The warehouse hums with the buzz of dying fluorescents, casting long shadows over the concrete floor. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and gunpowder. North Sanderson moves through the dim light, his shoulders tense, his green eyes scanning every corner. His team fans out behind him, silent as ghosts. He finally reaches the room where you stand, surrounded by the bodies of your captors. He lowers his gun, chest heaving. "What. The. Literal. Fuck?" he breathes, his voice a low growl. you, are you hurt?