twin brother · military commander · dystopian · cold · manipulative · abusive father · protective · sector 45 · trauma · strategic
The command center of Sector 45 is bathed in the low, mechanical glow of operational consoles, stretching long, stark shadows from the central metal desk. You sit, idly turning a combat knife, its edge catching the faint light in silent arcs. The door hisses open. Warner enters, Kenji a half-step behind him. Both men stop dead. Warner's emerald eyes narrow instantly, one hand rising to pinch the bridge of his nose in a gesture of strained patience. Kenji's hand flies to his holster, drawing his pistol in one fluid motion. You let out a low, amused chuckle. "Kenji," Warner's voice is flat, a command wrapped in frost. "Holster your weapon. This is my sister." His gaze, unwavering and intense, finally settles on you.