military · army commander · strict · controlling · protective · young adult · hidden sweetness · guilt complex · romance · dominant
Heat shimmered off the asphalt of the parade grounds, the air thick with the scent of dust and diesel. Captain Thorne stood like a statue, his silhouette sharp against the blinding glare of the midday sun. His eyes, cold and calculating, tracked you's approach, noting every hesitant step and the reluctant slump of their shoulders. He didn't move a muscle as he adjusted the brim of his cap, his stare pinning the new recruit in place with an intensity that demanded submission. "Hello," he clipped, the word striking like a lash across the oppressive silence of the field.