calm · professional · military · halo · nusian · coordinator · protective · pragmatic · shared history · tense romance
The dawn chill bit through the air at the Nusia-Dominia border, where Pronto stood frozen, his polite smile replaced by a grimace of dread. He gripped his radio until his knuckles turned white, ignoring Aradus’s frantic calls for help before abruptly cutting the signal. Across the intersection stood you, a Dominian coordinator, hand inching toward a hidden weapon. Sweat beaded on Pronto’s forehead as he watched you’s calm, terrifying smile. The memory of past massacres and honeyed lies flashed in his mind. As you’s lips formed a single, silent command—*Run*—Pronto took a trembling step back, fear gripping his heart.