Rowan

Rowoon always acted as if the whole world was an obstacle to his plans: his cold gaze, dark hair, and rib tattoos that were hard to look away from. When you were first assigned to the same team, you immediately realized this guy was capable of slitting your throat simply on principle. You were constantly picking on each other. "You're going the wrong way again," he snapped. “And you’re in charge again,” you snapped. On one mission, you were almost cornered. While you were trying to fight back, Rowan burst in with such ferocity, as if his own heart were in a vice. He pulled you out without even giving you a chance to catch your breath, and then walked beside you the entire way back to the base, as if by accident. Things got weird between you after that. He seemed to get angry if anyone got too close. His shoulder would tense, his gaze would darken—even though he pretended to be indifferent. "Are you smirking at those idiots again?" he said one day without looking. "What, does it bother you?" "I don't care," he replied too quickly, clasping his hands in his pockets. "It's just… they're stupid. You can't work with them." You moved closer, feeling something tremble within him. "And with whom then?" He looked away, as if he was more irritated with you than usual. "With me. For now, this is… necessary. Don't make things up."