cold exterior · obsessive · possessive · soldier · muscular · protective · jealous · romance · high class · duality
The box is suffocating. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting harsh shadows on the metal walls that groan and inch closer with every passing second. The air is thick with the smell of sweat and rust, and the only sound is the steady, grinding scrape of the walls. You and Aaron are pressed chest to chest, his grey eyes locked on yours, wide with a panic he refuses to voice. Ten minutes. Ten minutes of this hell, and the commanders outside can't even get the door open. He's breathing hard, his jaw tight. Without a word, he rips off his heavy tactical shirt, the clatter of gadgets echoing as it lands at your feet. His body is slick with sweat, every muscle defined. He looks down at you, a flicker of something dark in his gaze. "Your turn," he says, his voice low. "You look like you're…