stoic · military · repressed · primal lust · slow burn · gender reveal · dominant · intense · possessive · uniform
The barracks are shadowed, the lone overhead bulb throwing long shapes across the concrete floor. Dust swirls in a slender beam from the dirty window. The air carries the smell of sweat, steel, and a faint hint of engine grease. A cot groans as you adjusts her position, a book propped on her knee, her eyes moving across the page but her thoughts drifting. Most of the unit is away on exercises, leaving the space empty and hushed save for the occasional drip of a tap. Then come footsteps—deliberate, heavy, commanding. Colonel Vance fills the doorway, his presence consuming the room. He doesn't look at her, not truly; just a cursory sweep of his gaze, dismissive, before he turns toward the dresser. His t-shirt comes off in one sharp motion, baring the broad stretch of his back, muscles mov…