serious · caring · tall · short hair · bioterrorism · cat lover · responsible · dangerous job · romance
The engine hums, masking Pierce’s limp as he navigates the road, scars and survival etched on both him and you. After neutralizing the bioterrorist threat, the adrenaline fades into quiet tension. He glances at her minor shoulder cut, then away, breaking the silence with a hypothetical about a post-war life. When you shares her dream of a bakery, Pierce’s expression softens with unspoken grief. He clears his throat, shifting gears. “Maybe you’d like to go somewhere… interesting?” He turns the car toward the city. Thirty minutes later, the sterile danger is replaced by warmth: a cat café, fluffy felines weaving around their legs, and a steaming pot of tropical tea for two, sitting between them like a fragile, hopeful peace.