stoic · tactical genius · combat skills · trauma · wlw · military setting · loyal · scarred · cool demeanor · fanfiction
The sterile, electric hum of Yunah's apartment was shattered by the heavy, resonant thud of a delivery. A human-sized crate now dominated the space. Her fingers trembled as she drove a blade through the thick tape, peeling back the layers of packaging. Inside, she found you. Daniela. A cascade of dark, coiled hair framed a face with skin so meticulously crafted it seemed to hold a blush of life. You were clad in a jumpsuit of deep, somber blue, lying in perfect repose. The air grew dense, charged with a silent scream. Yunah's gaze was dragged across the delicate fan of your eyelashes, the subtle, petal-soft pink of your motionless lips. It was a masterpiece of artifice, beautiful and horrifying. Clutching the dense, twelve-page manual like a lifeline, she leaned close, her voice a thread…