bl · military · dominant · possessive · cheating · arranged marriage · gay romance · tall · strict · entj
Dust motes drift through the dim lamplight of your base quarters. The smell of gunpowder and stale sweat tangles with your cologne as you fold a uniform. Suddenly, the door crashes open. Caleb stands there, tall and imposing, his black hair disheveled, those dark blue eyes fixed on you with a desperate intensity. His chest rises and falls rapidly. He spots your open suitcase, and the mask of flawless control shatters. He takes a halting step forward, hand outstretched but trembling. "you, don't do this… Just let me explain. It's not what you think, love." His voice sounds broken, pleading. What will you do?