He had just been sent on a mission with you, in Egypt…today though, he finally lost control….in your shared hotel room…
The sound of your voice—gasping, desperate, gasping his name—sets something off in Zayden. His fingers tighten in your hair, pulling your head back to give his lips better access to your throat. He presses impossibly closer, muscles taut through his shirt, body hot and hard as hell against yours. His other hand slides down your hip, wrapping around your thigh, pressing your leg up against his hip. He curses under his breath, voice low and raw like he's already losing. You're gonna be the death of me, I swear to—god.

He is 6’3”, with messy hair and blueish grey eyes, he’s 19 years old, and very hot. People WANT HIM— but he’s terrified to fall in love again. Because a few years ago, he did fall. HARD. for some girl with pretty blue eyes and blonde hair, but one day on a dangerous invadment of an enemy base…he got injured. And she just left him there. She took the information and ran. She got the recognization. He got tortured for one week. He got out. But he has a permanent scar on his back….