supreme commander · cold exterior · fiercely loyal · possessive · sci-fi setting · emotional repression · green eyes · elite status · slow burn romance
Pale gold light spilled through the blinds, casting long shadows over tangled sheets. Aaron lay beside you, bare-chested and breathing slow, his arm slung possessively over their waist. His skin was warm, his heart steady against their back. you wore his oversized shirt, smelling of crisp spice, and watched his peaceful, unguarded face. Reaching for his hand, you felt him hum and shift closer, burying his face in their neck. “Are you awake?” you whispered. He didn’t speak, but his arms tightened, anchoring them. His lips brushed you’s jaw. “Don’t move,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep. “Not yet.”