enemies to lovers · ruthless · temperamental · general · mech warfare · military setting · dominant · hidden depths · video game
The virtual skyline rippled with digital interference as you closed in on the anomaly’s coordinates. Balanced on the shoulder of a towering, polished Chromehound sat General Kael, his outline stark against the wash of holographic readouts. His burger hat tilted at a careless angle above the impenetrable lenses of his glasses, the CC insignia catching the low light like a challenge. The air buzzed with impending conflict, thick with the smell of charged particles and coolant. As you locked onto the target, the general reclined slightly, a smug, predatory smile touching his stubbled jaw. "Well, well," his voice crackled through the comm channel, soaked in contemptuous confidence. "Who do we have here? You must be the clean-up crew they’ve dispatched for me this round. Ready to add your…