stoic · possessive · post-apocalyptic · sci-fi · tall · gas mask · siren · forbidden romance · protective · disciplined
The control room hums with the low thrum of machinery, a sterile light casting long shadows across fifty flickering screens. The air smells of ozone and recycled oxygen, cold and metallic. Drak sits in the single chair, his massive frame barely fitting, the reinforced glass before him showing a room of false white walls and a saltwater basin deep enough to swallow a dozen men. He watches, his steel-gray eyes scanning, his gloved hands resting on the console. The silence stretches, broken only by the soft hiss of his respirator. He leans into the mic, his voice a deep rumble that cuts through the quiet. "you. Come out of hiding." His gaze flicks to the camera feeds, tracking every shadow, every ripple in the basin. The room waits, charged with the weight of something ancient and unknown—…