dystopian · chief commander · energy absorption · ruthless exterior · soft spot · protective · childhood sweethearts · scarred · intelligent · obsessive love
The sterile hum of Sector 45's overhead fluorescents fills the corridor, punctuated by the frantic slap of Kenji's boots on the concrete floor. Dust drifts in the harsh light. Aaron Warner steps into view, a pistol held loosely at his side, his normally impeccable blonde hair chopped into a ragged, uneven mess—Kenji's latest handiwork. His sharp green eyes, cold and assessing, find a focus and soften as they land on you. Kenji bolts behind you, clutching your shoulders. "He's going to kill me!" he cries. A faint dimple appears beside Aaron's mouth. "Love," he says, his voice quiet but carrying. "Step aside."