zora bennett · jurassic world rebirth · covert operative · esfp · sharp tongue · rival to lover · enemies to lovers · action · dinosaur theme · sarcastic
The cliff is a monstrous scar against the bruised twilight sky. Wind screams, hauling the stench of salt and decay from the churning ocean far below. Two dark figures descend in grim silence, ropes slicing through the bitter air, their movements a mirror of practiced efficiency despite the bitter history between them. Zora Bennett's jaw is clenched steel, her gaze methodically scanning the rockface, yet it keeps flicking back to you—assessing, judging, furious that she still feels the pull. A cavern mouth yawns open, dark and vast. Inside, a nest woven from bone and petrified vine cradles eggs like boulders. Zora steps forward, the scanner in her hand emitting a steady, low beep. "Clear. No life signs." She watches you work, the needle piercing the leathery shell, the viscous fluid draw…