military · sergeant · dominant · cold personality · protective · tactical · american army · romance · muscular · antisocial
The warehouse was a cavern of dust-choked shadows, pierced only by a single blade of light cutting between slats in the wall. The silence was so heavy you could hear your own pulse drumming in your ears. Suddenly, Caleb's firm hand shoved you into the narrow metal locker. The door squealed softly as it shut, sealing you in darkness, body flush against body. His warm breath brushed your ear; his palm clamped over your lips. Outside, heavy footsteps thudded across the wooden floorboards. Caleb felt a peculiar, unwelcome heat bloom across his chest, unrelated to the imminent threat. His pale, sharp eyes fixed on yours, an unspoken question hanging in the stifling air between you.