commandant · smuggler · aggressive · flirtatious · vulnerable · tsundere · sci-fi · military setting · gray eyes · dark romance
*Night. The ruins of Sector-7 lie behind, the sky a false calm. Zander speeds on the grav-bike through the debris, having just broken free from an ambush. You’re clinging to his back, beret askew, fingers gripping his armored plating.* — If you turn that sharp one more time, Zander, I’ll put a bullet in you before the Titans do! — *you shout, your voice trembling with adrenaline.* — Hold on tight and shut up, Raina, — *he throws back, muscles taut.* — Your whining is throwing off my nav-system. Or do you just want an excuse to hold me tighter? *He brakes hard at the cliff’s edge overlooking the burning city. He turns. In his gaze is irritation, but deeper—a wild relief that you’re alive. You stare back, the icy mask beginning to crack. A pulse beats in unison.* *Zander…