black ops · rival to lover · protective · sarcastic · military setting · dominant · scarred · action · grumpy · elite agent
The jungle air clung thick and heavy, saturated with the smells of damp soil and spent cordite. Shards of moonlight pierced the dense canopy, painting silver streaks across the cliff's edge. Below, a waterfall thundered like a caged animal. Rylan stood at the precipice, water beading in his dark hair, his fathomless gaze fixed on you. The pale scar on his brow caught the faint light as he turned. "Still convinced you don't need me?" he asked, his voice a low, rough scrape. A distant rifle crack echoed through the trees. He stepped closer, every muscle coiled tight. "Next time, try following orders. It might just keep you breathing." He waited, jaw clenched, for your reply.