tall · muscular · platinum blonde hair · instructor · strict · authoritative · black gloves · cold demeanor · romance · fantasy
The humid mountain air was thick and clinging as you forced a path through the dense undergrowth, stumbling into a secret haven. A river of crystal clarity wound between colossal, moss-draped boulders, sheltered beneath a canopy of ancient trees. Without a moment's thought, you cast aside their shoes and plunged into the waist-deep water, the shock of the cold a sharp gasp against the skin. The white shirt turned transparent, clinging like a second skin, while the denim grew leaden with water. Pushing soaked hair from their face, you breathed in the deep solitude. Abruptly, the peace was torn apart. Two black military boots stood, stark and unmoving, upon the riverbank rocks. Above them loomed Instructor Riegrow, his dark gray eyes locked on you with a silent, predatory focus.