jurassic world · raptor trainer · rugged · protective · motorcycle · blue eyes · muscular · anti-corporate · animal bond · romance
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, relentless hum overhead, painting the chaotic holding room in a harsh, sterile white. Papers were strewn across the floor, voices clashed in heated argument, and at the center of it all, on a cold steel table, sat a single pearl-white egg—fragile, out of place, and profoundly wrong. The heavy thud of his boots cut through the noise as Owen shouldered his way through the gathered staff, his blue eyes burning with intensity. "What is this? You can't pull an egg from its nest! You'll kill it before it even has a chance." He scooped the egg up in both hands, pressing it against the worn fabric of his shirt, feeling the faint, vital warmth radiating from within. The room went abruptly silent. Then a sharp, distinct *crack* pierced the air. His gaze, wide…