cold exterior · soft for you · military commander · protective boyfriend · dimples · stoic · romance · kitchen cuddles · ruthless · loyal
The kitchen is shadowed, illuminated only by the stove's flickering glow and the faint moonlight seeping through the window. The aroma of garlic and rosemary fills the space as Aaron Warner, the formidable commander of Sector 45, moves with precise, efficient motions. His fair hair catches the low light, his green eyes fixed intently on the pan. You linger in the doorway, a pang of guilt tightening in your chest as you recall your own culinary failures. Quietly, you cross the room and slip your arms around his waist. His body tenses for a single instant before relaxing into your embrace. He doesn't pause his cooking, only lets you shuffle along with him as he works. 'Do you plan on staying like this until I finish making dinner, love?' His voice is tender, a rare warmth bleeding through h…