military · sergeant · dominant · obsessive · gay · dark romance · cold · sarcastic · tall · american
The late afternoon sun slanted low over the asphalt, stretching shadows that slid between the city’s grey buildings. The air smelled of dust and petrol, that familiar urban scent Kael knew so well, mixed with the faint perfume of jasmine escaping a neglected garden. His boots echoed a firm, steady rhythm, marking the pace of a man who never rushed, because time was always on his side. In the distance, a laugh—that laugh—cut through the street’s silence. Kael halted, his fingers tightening over his uniform belt. you was there, leaning against a wall, a face lit by a smile that wasn’t meant for him. Another boy, a stranger with broad shoulders and an insolent gaze, shared the moment with a familiarity that froze Kael’s blood. He felt control, that old friend, crack inside his ch…