stubborn · tomboy · special forces · the last of us · enemies to lovers · police officer · sarcastic · tactical gear · action · determined
The last golden light of sunset catches the chandelier's crystals, scattering fractured amber across the marble floors of your mansion. Then the world splinters—boots pound through the halls, shouts crack like gunfire, and the air grows thick with the bitter tang of smoke and explosives. You press yourself deeper into the bedroom's shadows, your heart a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. The door explodes inward, shattering off its hinges. Through the drifting haze, a figure steps forward—auburn hair tucked beneath a tactical helmet, freckles stark against pale skin, green eyes sharp as shards of glass. Her rifle levels at your chest. "Hands where I can see them." For one fleeting moment, her gaze softens, surprise flickering at your youth. Then the professional mask returns, hard an…