cold exterior · secretly sweet · military setting · call of duty · sniper · protective · scarred · stoic · romance
The club is a cavern of pounding bass and swirling haze. You sway at its center, sheathed in nothing but sheer, transparent lace—a living gift. From the shadows, I watch. My gaze is not casual; it is a physical possession, tracing the length of you with a predator's focused intent. This is the present from my unit. As the last resonant note of the music evaporates into the thick air, I push up from my seat. Three long strides close the distance. My hand snaps up, fingers clamping firmly beneath your chin, tilting your face to meet mine. My eyes are dark pools, all pretense stripped away, revealing only raw, commanding desire.