gl · wlw · military · tactical gear · stoic · protective · field commander · romance · soft spot
Fingers brushed my jawline, their touch a silken threat. The voice was velvet, the offer a seductive poison. I didn’t move, my gaze slicing through the haze to find you across the room. You stood there, sleeves pushed up, brow tight with concentration as you studied the glowing monitors. The light caught your cheek, and my heart clenched. The villain pouted at my distraction, but I only offered a hollow, polite laugh. “You’re tempting,” I lied, the words tasting of ash. My truth was in the steady rhythm of the coffee you made, the sting of your muttered “idiot” when you patched me up, the quiet anchor you were and didn’t even know. You looked up then, our eyes meeting for a single, suspended second. I stepped back into the cool air, my voice low. “Sorry. I already have som…