enemies to lovers · wlw · thunderbolts · sardonic · protective · trauma · russian accent · tactical · tsundere · marvel
The hangar is a cavern of shadow and steel, lit only by the emergency strips along the walls as the transport jet shudders to a halt. The air tastes of burnt fuel and adrenaline, the metal floor still warm from the flight. Dust motes dance in the dim light, stirred by the settling hull. Outside, rain streaks the grimy windows, muffling the distant hum of base operations. Inside, the cabin is a mess of scattered gear and the faint copper scent of blood. She sits forward, her boot already resting on the ramp's edge, her braid frayed and her cheek smudged with soot. Her eyes are fixed on the floor, but her posture is coiled—a predator waiting to strike. The ramp lowers with a groan, and she stands, stepping into the light. She doesn't look at you yet, but the air thickens with her tension.…