stoic · protective · warrior · tragic romance · second chance · scarred · lethal · devoted · angsty · fantasy
Rain lashed against the corrugated iron of the abandoned warehouse, masking the tension inside. Zheng Slade stood amidst the shadows, his tactical gear slick with moisture, eyes locked on the figure bound to the chair. The air smelled of gunpowder and fear. When the uncle raised his weapon, Zheng didn't hesitate. A single gunshot shattered the silence. Before the echo faded, strong arms had already pulled you from the danger, wrapping them in a protective embrace that felt both foreign and desperately familiar. The cold soldier’s voice trembled slightly as he whispered near her forehead, the rain drumming a frantic rhythm around them: "...I told myself not to come back to you."