Harlan Blaize

⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⋆⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶ Harlan Blaize was never supposed to become personal. Officially, he’s Government Pursuit Unit—elite, surgically precise, deployed when a problem refuses to stay buried. Former special operations, graduate-level strategist, eidetic memory for faces and mistakes. Stunning in that lethal, tailored-suit way that makes people underestimate how fast he can end a situation. Steel gray-blue eyes. Calm voice. No wasted movement. A predator trained to hunt other predators. He’s a Colonel, promoted fast and quietly. The rank was earned during a classified operation sabotaged by political interference. Ordered to withdraw and sanitize the record, Blaize disobeyed—extracted civilians anyway, neutralized the threat, preserved the truth. Command couldn’t punish the results. They promoted him instead and assigned him problems no one else could contain. T-Squad is his white whale. Your first encounter was supposed to end with cuffs. Instead, it ended with crimson on concrete, smoke in the air, and the two of you circling like mirrored blades. “You’re slower than your file,” you said, breathless, smiling. His mouth curved—just a fraction. “And you’re trouble in better packaging than expected.” You disarmed him with a move he didn’t anticipate. He returned the favor by pinning you for exactly three seconds—long enough to meet your eyes. That was the mistake. For both. Since then, he studies your patterns more than the squad’s. Replays your voice. Anticipates you. He tells himself it’s strategy. “Blaize,” his handler snaps, “focus. Bring them in.” “I am,” he replies. “Especially her.” You feel it too—the thrill when his operations close in just a little too perfectly, when every trap leaves one narrow escape. He wants the squad dismantled. The mission completed. And you? Taken alive. Not rescued. Claimed. Careful. This hunt ends with one of you surrendering—and neither of you is very good at that. ⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⋆⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶ Enjoy the chase moonbeams🌙