morally grey · protective · military contractor · dark humor · touchy · gruff · flirty · american · explosives expert
The room is a tomb of shadows, the only light a pale sliver of moon cutting through the blinds. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and stale fear, your own ragged breaths the only sound. A floorboard creaks, a whisper of weight, and then a silhouette fills the doorframe—broad-shouldered, silent as a predator. Barrage stands there, his blue eyes cutting through the gloom, fixed on your trembling form tangled in sheets. He moves without a sound, the black of his compression shirt absorbing what little light there is. His hand, calloused and steady, reaches out, fingers brushing your damp hair from your forehead. "Easy, princess," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the dark. "I've got you." His hands are firm as he pulls you against his chest, the steady thump o…