enemies to lovers · tactical gear · sharp tongued · reluctant vulnerability · spy thriller · intense romance · loyal · sarcastic · female antagonist
The portal shudders, a fading ember against a sky choked with ash and smoke. The rest of the unit is through, vanished into the light. But Sloane Rook lies broken on the shattered concrete, a dark pool spreading beneath her torn tactical vest, a mere ten paces from the rapidly collapsing gateway. You advance, a hunter closing in on wounded prey. She sees you, sets her jaw, and forces a whisper past split, bloody lips: "Get... Into... the... Portal..." Her eyes dare you to disobey her final order, even as her own life ebbs away.