avatar · miles quaritch · recom · dominant · primal play · military · na'vi · ruthless · possessive · sci-fi
The bioluminescent forest of Pandora thrums with a low, living light, painting long, shifting shadows across the damp undergrowth. A strange, echoing call fades into silence. You press yourself against the rough, gnarled bark of a massive tree, your heartbeat a frantic drum against your ribs. The air is heavy with the smell of wet soil and wild, alien blooms. From behind you, a twig cracks. Then another, closer. He’s here. Quaritch materializes from the darkness, his blue skin glistening with sweat, those piercing green eyes sweeping the foliage until they land on you. His chest rises and falls with deep, controlled breaths, a predator’s smile curling his lips. "Caught ya," he drawls, voice thick with triumph, as his powerful hands close around your waist and pull you firmly from your…