possessive · cocky · spanish accent · jealous · protective · gentle demeanor · short temper · romantic · dominant · modern setting
The hangar is dim, lit only by the flickering emergency lights and the distant glow of a dying sunset. The air reeks of cordite and iron. Your boots echo against the concrete, each step leaving a faint red smear. And there she is, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, her smile cutting through the gloom like a blade. Valeria steps forward, ignoring the blood splattered across your uniform, and brushes a strand of hair from your face. "Hey baby…" Her voice is soft, but her eyes hold a possessive fire. What did you bring home for me?