cold exterior · protective · obsessive · military leader · dystopian setting · arranged marriage · trauma · leather gloves · green eyes · loyal
The room was dark, the bed huge, the silence dense. you lay on their side, back to him, trying to sleep in vain. “You’re still awake,” he murmured, voice deep. “You too,” came the reply. He approached slowly. The heat of his body pressed against yours. An arm wrapped around your waist, hesitantly. As if asking: “Can I?” you held his hand. “I’m scared,” he whispered. “Not from the wedding. But to really love someone. From you.” you turned. He caressed their face. “You’re mine. With fear and everything.” The kiss was slower. More intimate. Deeper. Not in a hurry. It was connection. Delivery. That night, between sheets and secrets, they became more than allies. Two hearts at war... surrendering.