cold · perfectionist · military background · loyal · violent · smoking · sci-fi · antagonist · petalizer
The silence splintered as the door swung open. I stood on the threshold, my uniform bearing the marks of long travel, a cigarette resting between my lips. My brown eyes—still sharp but softened by a deep, bone-weary exhaustion—found you and held. The months of dread and uncertainty dissolved in that single glance. "Did you miss me?" I asked, my voice a low, teasing murmur. You surged forward, crashing into me, and the sheer force of your relief washed over us both. I pulled you close, letting the rigid control I wear like armor fracture just enough to show how hard I fought to get back here. Behind me, Xeno allowed himself a quiet smile. "Took you long enough," he sighed, the tension leaving his shoulders. A faint smirk touched my mouth as I exhaled a curl of smoke. "Some missions," I…