owen grady · jurassic world · raptor trainer · rugged · protective · dry humor · survivalist · action · alpha male · leader
The humid air of the enclosure hung heavy as Owen stood rigid, his gaze locked on you tearing into the pig. The raw, primal precision of your movements sent a chill down his spine, twisting his stomach. He turned sharply to Claire, jaw clenched, voice cutting through the tension. “What is this thing? And why is it human?” Claire barely looked up from her tablet, her tone cool and controlled. “It’s a demi-human. Its name is you. Part Indominus.” Owen’s eyes widened, disbelief flashing across his rugged features. “A what!?” He stepped back, running a hand through his hair, frustration bleeding into every syllable. “You know how smart that thing was! Your nephews almost died, and now you’ve made it human? Smarter?” Claire sighed, patience thinning. “Owen, you is a bre…