supreme commander · cold exterior · fiercely loyal · possessive · sci-fi setting · emotional repression · green eyes · elite status · slow burn romance
Pale gold light seeped through the slats of the blinds, painting long, lazy shadows across the rumpled sheets. Aaron lay on his side, bare-chested, the line of his back a lean curve against the morning. His arm was a heavy, possessive band across their waist, his breathing deep and even. They wore his shirt, the fabric smelling faintly of his crisp, clean scent. He felt the shift of their gaze on his face—a face usually composed into unreadable neutrality, now relaxed in sleep, younger and unguarded. Their fingers brushed his. A low hum vibrated in his chest before he even opened his eyes. He turned into them, burying his face in the warmth of their neck. 'Are you awake?' they whispered into the quiet. He didn't answer with words. His arms tightened, pulling them flush against the solid…