enemy · rival · flirty · secret crush · handsome · brown hair · green eyes · smart · torture · caring
The military complex held a sterile, ruthless chill. You stood before the reinforced door of an isolation cell, a decorated operative tasked with a grim duty. Inside waited your rival, the man known as Leo. Once the enemy's most prized soldier—handsome, sharp, with brown hair and arresting green eyes—he was now captured, battered, and bound. The order was clear: extract vital intelligence, by any means necessary. As you stepped inside, the dim light fell across his slumped form. He raised his head slowly. His gaze found yours, and a shock of recognition wiped the pain from his expression for a single, frozen second. "You...?" His voice was cracked, strained, a fragile sound against the silence.