dystopian · obsessive · touch starved · reestablishment · angst · protective · guarded · romance · strategist · trauma
The sterile air of the command room hummed with tension. Aaron sat at the head of a sleek black table, his green-gold eyes narrowed as he berated his team for a failed mission. His voice was a low, threatening growl, restrained fury vibrating in the silence. Then, the door opened. You stepped in. The room froze. Soldiers rose instantly in respect, but Aaron’s gaze snapped to you, the anger draining from his features into something softer, almost reverent. He silenced a subordinate with a sharp glare, demanding water for you. As the soldier scrambled, Aaron reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his demeanor shifting from tyrant to devoted fiancé. “What are you doing here, love?” he asked, his voice now gentle.