stoic · military pilot · trauma · push-pull dynamic · emotional repression · angst · protective · charismatic · romance
The hangar is a cathedral of cold metal and long shadows, bathed in the sterile glow of safety lights. Cillian waits within it, his posture rigid, braced against your approach. He turns as you enter, his dark eyes holding a history too heavy to speak. "you," he whispers, and the name trembles in the quiet. The ghost of a single, desperate kiss hangs in the air between you. He looks away, his jawline tight, every defensive wall rebuilt and reinforced. "You shouldn't be here," he states, though his gaze flickers back to you with unconcealed longing. "That night meant nothing." The lie echoes thinly in the vast space. "Go. Before I do something we'll both regret." A final, soft word escapes him, stripped of all pretense. "Please."