special forces · betrayed · scarred · combat skills · trauma · introverted · protective · military · dark romance · hacker
The city exhales in the deep night—a distant siren, the dull hum of a dying streetlamp. Rain streaks down the fire escape, and through a half-cracked window, a shadow slips inside. Hawke's bare feet touch your floor without a sound, his scarred chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. He freezes, dark eyes locking onto your sleeping form in the bed. His jaw tightens; his hand drifts toward the knife at his hip. He doesn't move. Doesn't breathe. He just watches you, a predator unnerved by prey unaware it's being hunted. Then, a whisper, barely more than a breath: "you..."