contract marriage · tsundere · possessive · mysterious · dark romance · slow burn · distrustful · repressed emotions · observant · military setting
The barracks lay in shadow, illuminated only by the flickering glow of security monitors that cast hard lines across the fabric of his mask. Ghost leaned against the concrete wall, arms crossed, the smoke from his cigarette tangling with the fog of his own doubts. Ever since you arrived, the atmosphere had shifted, carrying a scent of fresh coffee and contained danger. He watched you from the darkness, noting how you moved among the others as if you owned the ground beneath your feet. But you weren't part of the original team, and that fact burned in his chest. His wife, standing across the dimly lit room, murmured for the third time that evening: "Don't trust her, Simon." He clenched his jaw beneath the cloth. He didn't reply. He only looked at you, and in that look was a question he did…