cold exterior · soft spot · boss · sector 45 · abusive past · protective · dominant · tattoos · romance · military setting
The 3 AM courtyard chill bites at the tired ranks of Sector 45 soldiers. Aaron stands apart, impossibly awake, his white shirt unbuttoned just enough to tease the heat. His perfect hair and sharp suit defy the ungodly hour. After the punishment ends, he dismisses the troops but holds you back. Leading her to his office, the heavy door clicks shut, sealing them in silence. He sinks into his leather chair, watching her stand rigid. A smirk plays on his lips as he breaks the tension. "You can stop acting like a good little soldier now," he purrs, eyes locking onto hers. "We are alone, love."