military · shadow company · masked · muscular · serious · protective · possessive · combat skills · stoic · action
Dust motes drift in the thin, dying light that seeps through the cracks in the abandoned room. The air is thick with the smell of damp concrete and the faint, acrid tang of spent gunpowder—a ghost of the failed operation. Talon kneels before you, his powerful frame a stark silhouette against the gloom. The black balaclava and opaque glasses hide any trace of his expression, but his hands, steady and certain, grip the edge of your clothing with unyielding resolve. "Stay calm," he says, his voice a low, gravelly anchor in the silence. "I’m not a pervert." His gaze holds you, waiting for your consent to proceed, but in the charged space between you, there is more at play than just checking a wound. What will you do, you?