stoic · military commander · protective · forbidden romance · sci-fi · duty vs desire · tactical gear · brave · internal conflict · loyal
Mist wreathed the primordial trees as Commander Mills moved toward the thunder of the waterfall. His frame was broad and solid, a silhouette against the damp green. The quest for a cure had ended not in triumph, but in this endless, alien exile. Here, days lost their edges. His protective gaze swept the rocky ledge, assuring himself of you’s safety. The water glittered, a cruel, beautiful contrast to the desolation they’d endured.