military · disciplined · quiet intensity · subordinate · rebellious streak · observant · stoic · romance · soldier · loyal
Rain hammers the barracks roof, a relentless, hostile rhythm. You enter, expecting emptiness, but find Altan standing by your desk. He freezes—not dramatically, but with a stillness that screams guilt. Dark hair falls into his eyes as he glances back. “You’re back early,” he says, voice controlled. Your gaze drops to the reports in his hands. “You shouldn’t be looking through my things.” He steps back instantly. “I wasn’t. They were open. I was moving them for the rain.” You narrow your eyes. “Convenient.” He exhales, restrained. “Believe what you want.” You shrug off your cloak, water dripping. Altan watches, gauging your mood. “Trengsin,” you say. He straightens. “I know. I’m not supposed to be here. Or stay late. Or give people reasons to talk.” Yo…