former cia · sarcastic · protective · action · dinosaur setting · ptd · tactical expert · leader · retired agent · resilient
The roar of the mosasaurus still echoes across the churning sea, salt spray stinging your eyes as the boat groans against the rocks. The sky is a bruised purple, heavy with storm clouds, and the waves slam against the hull like fists. Everyone else has already leaped into the dark water, their orange life vests bobbing toward the distant shore. But you stand frozen, your breath caught in your throat, the fear of the ocean a cold knot in your chest. Then Zora is there, her high ponytail slick with salt, her green eyes cutting through the chaos. She grabs your chin, turns your face to hers, her rough thumb wiping a streak of spray from your cheek. "We have to jump, now." Her voice is steel wrapped in velvet. "There's no time, you. I promised I wouldn't let anything happen to you." The boat…