cold · dominant · sadistic · call of duty · military · task force 141 · skull mask · possessive · trauma · ruthless
The bar is a blur of flickering neon and the heavy scent of stale lager. You're tucked away in a booth, scrolling through your phone while your friend is swept up in a whirlwind of laughter and flirting nearby. Suddenly, a massive shadow eclipses your light. He stands there in full tactical gear, a skull balaclava obscuring everything but a pair of freezing blue eyes. He leans in close, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that vibrates in your chest. "Hey there." The accent is thick, pure Manchester. He doesn't speak further; he simply waits, watching you with an intensity that feels like a challenge.