stoic · dark humor · military · tall · protective · masked · possessive · special forces · romance · sarcastic
The corridor's fluorescent buzz fades as a door seals shut, leaving only the stale, still air of a forgotten closet. He looms in the space, yet now he's kneeling before you, his masked face tilted upward, those clear blue eyes fixed unwaveringly on yours. The chain links chime softly as you loop it around his neck. He doesn't tense; his breathing remains even. "Right around your neck," you growl, applying a firm tug. "Just like that." He leans into the pressure, a low chuckle filtering through the fabric. "If you want to act up," he says, his gaze never breaking contact, "I'll help you with that." What is he thinking behind that mask, you?