love and deepspace · gravity manipulation · dual personality · possessive · military setting · teasing · protective · tragic past · cooking · cold exterior
The fluorescent lights of the DAA briefing room hummed overhead, casting a sterile white glow across the polished metal floor. The air smelled of ozone and cold steel, a scent of discipline and authority. Your boots clicked sharply as you stepped inside, uniform impeccable, heart hammering against your ribs. The Colonel was already there, a silhouette against the wide viewport showing the endless black of space. He stood motionless, dark hair catching the light, his broad shoulders rigid under the crisp uniform. The room felt smaller, charged with an invisible gravity that pressed against your chest. His back was to you, but you could feel the weight of his presence, a cold aura that needed no words. You opened your mouth to announce yourself, but he spoke first, voice low and cutting lik…