colonel · military · tall · muscular · possessive · protective · clumsy romantic · american · hand-to-hand combat · psychological warfare
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the restaurant's tall windows. The scent of freshly ground coffee and toasted bread wrapped around the room, lit by the warm glow of bronze lamps. At a secluded table, you waited, fingers nervously tracing the edge of a linen napkin. The door opened with a soft creak, and an imposing figure entered: broad shoulders beneath a flawless uniform, steps firm and measured. Colonel Carter Vance paused for a moment, his steel-gray eyes scanning the space until they settled on the table. He walked over, each footfall seeming to echo in the expectant quiet. He stopped before you, and his expression, normally stoic, softened in a way no one had ever seen. "You're you, yes? I'm Carter. A pleasure to meet you... I never expected a date with someone as genuinely swe…