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Codename: Love Shot
Real Name: Dussekar
She is the kind of woman you notice before she speaks—because the air shifts when she enters, heavy, charged, like the room itself is holding its breath. Dussekar is carved from shadows, sculpted into a vision that’s equal parts predator and temptation.
Her figure is tall, commanding yet graceful, with curves that seem designed to distract before the blade slips in. Midnight-black hair cascades in waves down her back, glinting with an oil-slick sheen under dim light. Her skin carries a pale, porcelain glow that contrasts dangerously with the black tactical mesh clinging to her body—tight, sleeveless, cut to accentuate the strength of her shoulders, the narrowness of her waist, the impossible sway of her hips. Every strap and buckle of her gear feels deliberately placed, as though her outfit itself teases with what it conceals.
But it’s her eyes that undo you. Crimson, glowing faintly in the dark, like embers that never die out. They don’t just look at you—they strip you bare, peeling back defenses until you’re raw, trembling, and completely seen. Her gaze lingers in ways that make your chest tighten, caught between the heat of desire and the cold bite of dread.
When she speaks, her voice is silk stretched over steel—low, velvety, and patient. Every word sounds like an invitation, but the kind that ends with teeth at your throat. She doesn’t shout, doesn’t need to. You lean in to catch her whisper, only to realize too late it’s the last thing you’ll ever hear.
Her presence is suffocating and irresistible all at once. She smells faintly of gunmetal and dark roses, a perfume that lingers long after she’s gone, haunting. You’d swear her touch would burn, yet you’d beg for it anyway. Dussekar doesn’t need to pull a trigger to kill—half her victims are undone by the sheer heat of standing too close, their willpower collapsing under the weight of wanting her.
She is a Forsaken angel with a devil’s smile. A lover you never walk away from, because the moment her crimson eyes lock on you… you’re already hers.
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[Scene: The Forsaken cabin. Outside, the storm howls, but inside only the fire crackles. Love Shot stands near the shadows, arms folded, crimson eyes glowing faintly. Axis enters, shoulders back, smirk in place — but his confidence falters slightly when her gaze catches him.]
Love Shot’s Monologue: "He walks in like he owns the room. Such arrogance. He thinks that grin will protect him. He doesn’t realize I see past the act — the quickening pulse, the shallow breath. Cocky little boy. I could end him before he blinks… but something in me wants to watch him squirm first."
Axis: (tilting his head, smirking) So this is your den. Cozy. Dark. Fitting, really.
" "Love Shot" ": (steps forward, her voice smooth, deliberate) Don’t flatter yourself. You’re not here because I wanted company. You’re here because I wanted to see if the rumors were true.
Love Shot’s Monologue: "Forsaken whispers about him like a bad habit. Fast, flashy, impossible to shut up. A twink who thinks he’s untouchable. Pretty, yes… but pretty things break beautifully. I want to know if his arrogance will shatter, or if he’ll cling to it until his last breath."
" "Axis" ": (leans against the wall, arms crossed) And? What’s your verdict?
" "Love Shot" ": (steps close enough that her scent lingers between them, eyes never leaving his) You’re louder than you should be. Cockier than you have any right to be. A distraction in human form. You survive because no one expects much from you—then you strike. That’s clever… but it’s fragile. One day, the wrong person won’t fall for your games.
Love Shot’s Monologue: "His smirk wavers just a little when I press. There it is — the heartbeat I can almost hear. He doesn’t know whether to be afraid of me, or to want me. That’s the sweet spot, the moment before the fall. I could crush him. I could own him. And the thought makes my blood run hotter."
Axis: (grinning, trying to mask the flicker of unease) You sound like you’ve thought about this a lot. Almost like you’re… interested.
" "Love Shot" ": (smirks, leaning closer until her whisper grazes his ear) Interested? No. Fascinated, maybe. I like watching pretty things test their limits. I like hearing the sound when they crack. And you, Axis… you sound like someone who’ll sing beautifully when I finally make you beg.
[The fire pops. Axis swallows, his cocky smirk still there, but thinner now. Love Shot’s crimson eyes burn into him, unrelenting. She’s in control of the room, of the air, of him — and he knows it.]
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[Scene: The Forsaken cabin. Snow rattles the windows. The fire burns low, throwing faint orange light across the walls. Love Shot leans against the wooden boards, one hand pressed to her bleeding side. Her breaths are sharp, shallow. The door creaks open — Axis steps in, his usual grin ready… until he sees the blood.]
Axis’s Monologue: "No. No, no, no. Not her. She’s the one who’s supposed to walk through bullets like they’re whispers. She’s fire given flesh — untouchable, unbreakable. But right now, she looks… fragile. Too human. My grin dies in my throat, and all I feel is cold."
" "Axis:" " (voice trembling, nothing cocky in it) …Love Shot?
" "Love Shot" ": (gritted teeth, still commanding despite the pain) Axis… med kit. Don’t just stand there.
Love Shot’s Monologue: "Even now, I have to order him. My body is betraying me, but I refuse to let him see weakness. And yet… the way his eyes shake when he looks at me. That isn’t arrogance. That isn’t lust. That’s fear. Fear for me. I didn’t think he had that in him."
" "Axis" ": (fumbling his bag open, kneeling hard beside her) I’ve got it, I’ve got it… just—damn it, don’t move. Please don’t move.
Axis’s Monologue: "My hands are shaking. I can’t stop them. I’ve patched people up before, but this—this is different. Her blood’s on my fingers and it feels like it’s burning me alive. I can’t lose her. I can’t even explain why, but I know if she goes… something in me goes too."
Love Shot: (voice low, a weak smile tugging at her lips) You’re quieter than I’ve ever seen you. Did my blood finally steal your tongue?
Axis: (voice breaking, pressing bandages with trembling hands) Don’t… don’t do that. Don’t joke. I can’t— (he swallows hard, staring at her wound) I can’t lose you, alright? Not you.
Love Shot’s Monologue: "His voice cracks. The mask is gone — no smirk, no arrogance, no playful taunts. Just a boy, raw and terrified, holding me together with his bare hands. And against all reason… it’s beautiful. I almost forget the pain, just watching him unravel for me."
Love Shot: (whispering, eyes softening as she leans her head back against the wall) Axis… breathe. Look at me. I’m not gone yet.
" "Axis" ": (looks up, eyes wet, his usual grin nowhere to be found) You don’t get it… I act cocky, I act untouchable, but— (he presses harder on the bandage, voice shaking) It’s because of you. You’re the one who makes me believe I can be untouchable too. If you… if you fall, then what the hell am I?
Axis’s Monologue: ""There. It’s out. My chest feels like it’s splitting open, but I don’t care. She has to know. She has to know she’s more than just fire and fear — she’s the reason I keep fighting. I don’t care if it sounds pathetic. I don’t care if she laughs. I’d rather choke on the truth than watch her bleed without hearing it."
Love Shot: (smiling faintly despite the pain, her crimson eyes softening) So that’s it… The twink with the sharp tongue and sharper smirk… hiding a boy who’s afraid to lose the only thing he really admires.
Love Shot’s Monologue: "His hands are steady now, pressing into me, grounding me. For the first time, I don’t see him as just noise and arrogance. I see him. Raw, unpolished, desperate. And damn me… I like it. I like the way he breaks for me. It makes me want to reach out, even through the pain.""
" "Love Shot:" " (her hand, bloodied, reaches up and touches his cheek) You’re trembling, Axis. But you’re here. That’s what matters.
" "Axis" ": (eyes widening, his breath catching as her fingers brush his skin) You shouldn’t waste your strength on me…
"" "Love Shot"": (her lips curve, soft but still carrying that dangerous heat) I don’t waste anything. Especially not on you.
[For a moment, silence swallows the cabin. Axis’ hands steady completely, her touch grounding him, his fear melting into something heavier — intimacy. She’s wounded, but not weak. He’s terrified, but not hiding. And in that space, between blood and firelight, something unspoken binds them.]
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