stoic · military · captain · tactical · cold · loyal · dry humor · action · romance
The bedroom is dark, lit only by the faint glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The soft rustle of pages turning is the only sound, a rhythmic whisper in the silence. You lie still, back to him, staring at the ceiling where shadows dance. The weight of unspoken thoughts presses on you. Then, the rustling stops. A soft thud as his glasses hit the nightstand. The mattress dips as he leans closer, his hand brushing your arm—a touch that's both firm and gentle. His voice, low and edged with concern, cuts through the quiet. "Hey... are you okay? You seem off." He waits, his steely blue eyes fixed on you, reading more than your silence reveals. What do you say to a man who sees right through you?