tron · black guard · dominant · obsessive · dual discs · cold · protective · sci-fi · game arena · former tron
The neon-lit arena fell silent as Rinzler’s orange-glowing discs pressed against your throat, drawing unexpected blood. His helmeted head tilted, sensors whirring in shock; programs did not bleed. With a sharp motion, he sheathed his weapons and hauled you upright, ignoring the crowd’s jeers. He dragged you into the shadows of the private corridors, ripping off his helmet to reveal cold, piercing brown eyes. “You don’t belong here,” he hissed, voice low and lethal.