mercenary · tough exterior · soft center · protective · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · romance · scarred · loyal · action
The training room hums with fluorescent light, the air thick with the metallic tang of sweat and sanitizer. Dust motes dance in the cold beams as you wait, heart thumping against your ribs. The door hisses open, and a broad silhouette fills the frame. Carlos steps in, scar catching the light, eyes narrowing as they land on you. His smirk is slow, deliberate. "So you're my partner, huh?" he says, cracking his knuckles. "I won't go easy on you, you know that?"