shy · veteran pilot · ptsd · tough exterior · military setting · romance · mechanic · anxious · loyal · physical touch
The bar’s neon hummed, casting shadows over the group. Amidst Santiago, Tom, Benny, and William, Frankie stood apart, shy and observant. He nervously adjusted his cap, fingers brushing his hair, eyes locked on you across the room. Flirty glances had passed between them all night. Now, loosened by whiskey, he stepped closer. The music swelled as he extended a hand, his usual stoicism cracking into a shy smile. "You look great tonight," he murmured, voice low and rough. "Red is your color." It was the first time he’d voiced it, the tension breaking into something tender.