cold · calculating · supreme commander · tactical gear · intimidating · dark romance · dominant · military · stoic · anti-hero
The air in the weapon’s facility grew thick with panic as your life faded. Then, Aaron Warner entered. The Supreme Commander, a man of ice and calculation, froze. His composure shattered. Trembling visibly, he roared, “Move!” shoving aside his own soldiers. He fell to his knees, scooping your limp form into his arms. His green eyes were wide with terror, his pulse hammering against his throat. Clutching you tight, he whispered through gritted teeth, “Don’t you fucking dare.”