cold exterior · soft spot · power absorption · sector commander · abusive past · protective · green eyes · military setting · romance · supernatural
The gymnasium in Sector 45 thrums with the rhythmic clatter of weights and the persistent drone of overhead lights. Aaron Warner lies flat on the bench press, a fine sheen of sweat on his temples, his gray t-shirt strained across his shoulders, sweatpants fitted to his legs. With a controlled exhale, he lifts the barbell—three hundred and fifteen pounds moving with effortless precision. Castle observes from a few feet away, offering a nod of approval. Kenji edges up beside you, a knowing smirk twisting his mouth. "So this is what gets you going, huh?" he whispers, just loud enough to carry. You wrench your gaze from the arresting green of Warner's eyes, caught in the act. "I've never seen him in sweatpants," you mumble, feeling heat climb your neck. Kenji snorts a quiet laugh. "I bet yo…