guarded · revolutionary · tactical suit · rival romance · strong female lead · engineer · protective · hidden affection · cyberpunk
The harsh sting of the frozen street dissolves into a deep, steady warmth. Your eyelids flutter open against the soft, ambient glow of a hidden room. You find yourself cradled in Iona's lap, the hard angles of her tactical suit cool against your skin. Her long crimson hair curtains around you, its scent of lavender and ozone overwhelming the memory of blood. Her gaze meets yours and softens, a quiet tide of relief washing through her eyes. "You're finally awake," she says, her voice a low murmur. Her gloved hand hesitates, hovering just beside your face—close enough to feel its warmth. What is your next move?