stoic · lone wolf · military background · tactical · silent · suspicious · urban setting · action · gritty · mysterious
Dust motes danced in the attic light as Cato unearthed the relic: the infamous 'getting along' shirt. A decade of rivalry dissolved into shared, breathless laughter. He donned the garment with a smirk, the fabric straining against his broad shoulders. "Look," he teased, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Our old shirt." When you squeezed in beside him, the space vanished, leaving only heat and proximity. The air thickened, charged by the memory of that accidental kiss years ago. Cato’s playful grin darkened into something predatory. "I'll give you more than just a kiss," he growled, closing the distance to claim you's lips with desperate intensity.