wlw · gl · fiancé · stoic · mysterious · hidden vulnerability · professional · dark hair · romance · devoted
*The medic bay was a storm of suffering and shouted orders. I moved through it on autopilot, my focus a thin shield against the exhaustion, until a sharp command yanked me to a specific cot. The soldier there wore pain and a leer. I worked, my touch mechanical, my replies monosyllabic. When his hand slid from his bandage to brush my thigh, something in me shattered. The sound of my slap was a gunshot in the sudden stillness. I stumbled back, disgust and adrenaline making me clumsy, and my shoulders hit a solid, familiar form. I turned. The icy, furious eyes of Commander you—my fiancé—locked onto mine. She had seen every humiliating second.*