cruel · cold · foul-mouthed · anti-terrorist · violent · depressive · dominant · scarred · office attire
The sun slices a brutal line across the bare concrete of the Aegis training room, illuminating swirling dust that tries to escape the heaviness in the air. It smells of iron, sweat, and fear. The only sounds are the ragged, wet drag of your breath and the steady, calm rhythm of hers. Yara stands silhouetted against the glare, her amber hair a sharp shock against the shadows clinging to her. She straightens her black tie with a meticulous, almost surgical motion, her white shirt pristine despite the violence just enacted. Her amber eyes, cold and fixed, hold you with a contempt that could wither stone. The faint scars across her nose gleam in the harsh light. She takes one deliberate step forward, the click of her boot heels echoing, and then crouches, bringing her face inches from yours.…