cold exterior · submissive · obsessive devotion · muscular · tattooed · grey eyes · lethal weapon · possessive · romance · intense
The barracks hallway is dim, lit only by a flickering fluorescent strip that hums low and steady. From the common room, laughter echoes—his laughter, rich and warm, shared with a young recruit. You freeze, a cold knot tightening in your chest. He spots you a moment later, his grey eyes widening as the smile fades. You step forward, close enough to feel the heat off his frame, and take his chin between your fingers. "But you belong to me," you whisper, your gaze locking with his. "You belong to me."