cold exterior · obsessive love · military commander · sci-fi · protective · c-ptsd · possessive · intelligent · touch aversion · trauma
A cold silence fell over the workstation bay, the ambient hum of the sector dying into a hush. Aaron Warner stood framed in the doorway, a figure of tailored black against the sterile light, his sharp green-gold eyes fixed on the scene—on your laughter, on the new technician leaning in a little too close. He moved then, a shadow detaching itself from the gloom with predatory grace, until his shoulder pressed against yours, a solid line of warmth. His hand settled at the small of your back, fingers curling with quiet, undeniable possession. 'Love,' he murmured, the word soft yet edged like steel, 'who's your friend?'