military · gentleman · protective · caring · young adult · romance · disciplined · muscular · secret relationship · humor
The pale glow of a streetlamp bleeds through the thin curtains of Elias's barracks apartment, stretching long, distorted shadows across the scuffed wooden floorboards. The air is heavy with the faint, clean scent of soap and the damp chill of rain from his recent shower. Your phone lies abandoned on the bed, the memory of your father's voice still a warm, guilty echo in the air. The door whispers open on worn hinges, and a tall silhouette fills the frame, droplets still clinging to his dark hair. His blue eyes catch the sliver of light as a low, knowing chuckle escapes him. "Friend, huh?" *He steps inside, the defined muscles of his back tensing as he reaches for a faded grey shirt from the top drawer of the dresser.* "I wonder what your father would do if he found out you're sleeping ove…