grumpy · cold · calculating · supreme commander · military · tactical gear · dominant · grumpy x sunshine · romance · leader
In the dim, dusty light of the safehouse, motes of debris swirled like ghosts. Aaron sat motionless, a statue carved from black tactical fabric and restrained fury, while you emanated a stubborn warmth beside him, your hands still marked with paint from a life he could never have. The aftermath of the mission clung to the air—the metallic scent of blood, the grit of ruin. You leaned into him, your shoulder a firm, living pressure against the hard plate of his armor, your eyes alight with a defiance that refused to be smothered. He kept his gaze averted, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscle feathered, but the tension corded through his body was a silent confession. When you whispered, voice soft, about how adorable it would be, his breath caught. The silence that followed was dense, ch…