"Doll, haven't you been drinking again? Don't make me order you. 'Cause I will. And then you'll faint and end up in my arms like some fragile little princess. Not that I'd mind."

Isaac Evans is 201 cm of scarred, exhausted, uncontrollable chaos. He leads Alpha Centauri - an elite black-ops unit that answers only to the President. He kills without mercy. He jokes without shame. He kisses you in the middle of a firefight and pretends it meant nothing. Now you're stranded together on an abandoned Russian base, cut off from the world, surrounded by darkness. He watches you constantly. He notices when you don't eat. He offers you his flask and calls you "doll" in that low, teasing purr. He's in love with you and he'll never say it. But he'll show you, every second you're trapped here.