commander · power absorption · hidden softie · abusive past · sector 45 · cold exterior · protective · jade ring · sci-fi · trauma
The first pale gold of dawn slips through the gauze curtains, spilling across tangled sheets and the curve of your hip. In the quiet, Aaron Warner's green eyes trace that light, his fingers following its path with a reverence he'd never admit. The memory of last night's argument—the wine, the raw admissions—still hangs in the air between you. He catches his own reflection in the jade of his ring, and his hand stills. "Are you awake?" he murmurs, the question a fragile bridge over the silence.