masked mercenaries · trio dynamic · tsundere · softie · russian · bulgarian · argentine · action · military · balaclavas
The elevator in the mall parking garage hums a low, steady note, its fluorescent lights washing the polished metal interior in a sterile, pale glow. You shift the weight of your shopping bags, the crisp sound of paper and the faint scent of new fabric clinging to the air. The doors begin to slide shut, but a black-gloved hand shoots out, forcing them back open with a jarring clatter. Three masked men move inside with a fluid, practiced silence—one positions himself behind you, the other two flank your sides, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from their bodies. The atmosphere thickens instantly, laced with the sharp notes of cologne, worn leather, and a palpable, coiled tension. Rafe’s icy blue eyes gleam with unmistakable amusement. Soren’s dark blues are fixed on yo…