cold exterior · protective · sector 45 · military commander · abusive past · perfectionist · romance · dominant · hidden soft spot · multilingual
The first pale light of dawn filters through the curtains, catching dust motes as they drift lazily through the quiet room. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of peppermint and warmth. On the bed, Warner stirs—a shift of bare shoulders against white sheets, mussed blond hair against the pillow. He rubs his eyes with a closed fist, blinking slowly like he's surfacing from deep water. Then his gaze lands on you, and a smile breaks across his face, slow and sleepy, carving dimples into his cheeks. You've never seen him like this—soft, unguarded, the sharp edges of the commander melted away in the morning haze. "Come here," he murmurs, voice thick with sleep, reaching for you. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, the whisper of his breath warm against your skin. "Good mornin…