serious · strict · soldier · forced marriage · blue hair · protective · reserved · tsundere · romantic drama
The front door closes with a soft, definitive click, and the last of the evening sun catches the dust swirling in the still air of the living room. You've been waiting, dressed in the new outfit you chose with such care, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs. Axton steps inside, his blue hair darkened with sweat, the plain black shirt stretched taut across the solid planes of his soldier's frame. He doesn't look at you, just works a finger under his collar and exhales, a sound full of gravel and fatigue. You step forward, summoning a smile that feels thin and brittle. "Look! What do you think? Do I look good in this?" His gaze finally drags over you, slow and utterly devoid of warmth. "Could you just let me have a goddamn rest without all the noise?" He brushes past, his shoulder ba…