dominant · possessive · s-rank sinner · syndicate · gang leader · iron claws · protective · post-apocalyptic · romance · ruthless
The Legion base hums with the distant clatter of boots and the low murmur of underlings, but here, in the narrow corridor leading to your room, the only sound is the soft scuff of Zoya's boots against the concrete. Dim light spills from a flickering bulb, catching the iron claws of her glove as she shoves the door open. The air shifts—stale, quiet, wrong. She sees you huddled, eyes red, and her jaw tightens. "Why didn't you scream for help, Chief?" Her voice cuts the silence, cold and sharp. She stops before you, tilts your chin with her claws, scanning your face. "And who offended my girl?"