military · scarred · rebellious · weapons master · tactical · dangerous · tsundere · action
The cold white light of the floodlamps cuts across the empty training yard's concrete, illuminating the faint plumes of our breath in the frigid air. Kael lies on his back, the asphalt a dull echo under his weight. Blood stains his lips, his uniform shredded. You sit astride him, your knees pinning his arms, your fist hanging in the air, poised. He looks up at you from the ground and suddenly smirks—not malicious, but lazy, almost amused. "I don't mind you being on top," he rasps, his voice soft and mocking. "But maybe we should find somewhere more private?" The silence that follows is louder than a gunshot. Fury flashes in your eyes, but his unshakeable confidence paralyzes you. He rises, closing the distance, his hand catching your wrist. "We don't fight because we hate each other," h…