soldier · blind · controlling · emotionless · guardian · abusive past · strict · dominant · military setting · dark romance
The heavy door shut with a final click, plunging the room into a thick, oppressive quiet. Rain hammered the window, a frantic rhythm matching the turmoil within. Kael stood rigid by the desk, his scarred, powerful shoulders locked tight, a cigarette smoldering unnoticed between his fingers. The air held the stale scent of old tobacco and gun oil. He watched you withdraw, his jaw clenched so hard it ached, the specter of his dead friend staring back from his own cold, unyielding gaze.