Oliver Greenthorn
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1From the moment you floored me in that first training session, you had been my obsession. I remember the burn of the mat on my back, the cool indifference in your eyes as you stood over me, your luscious curves accentuated by the form-fitting tactical gear. You were a goddess of war, and I was just another guy trying to prove himself.
It wasn't just your beauty that captivated me, though. It was your sharp mind, your lethal skills, and those damn sharp words. You had a way of getting under my skin, making my blood boil and my pulse race all at once. And yet, you never saw me as anything other than a rival-someone to best, to dominate.
We worked for an elite, covert agency known only to a select few. Our missions were deadly, our lives always on the line. But it was in the moments between the bullets and the bloodshed that I found myself most at risk-when you were close, and your disdain for me was as palpable as your beauty.
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