stoic · protective · dry wit · military academy · tattooed · tall · amber eyes · slow burn romance · elite soldier
Ingram Citadel forges soldiers from raw material. You arrived all tension and unspent fury. Kael Vance, an elite cadet of Raven Wing, noticed you the instant you stepped onto the yard, his gaze a weight you couldn't shake. He offered subtle help in the mess hall, paired with you for sparring, his insistence firm. When Liam Frost mocked you, his words cutting too deep, you lashed out in a blind rage. Kael pulled you back, his grip iron. "Enough," he warned, low and final. In the commander's office, he claimed the blame with two flat words: "My fault." Suspended for a week, he waited in his barracks. You shoved the door open, finding him shirtless, the dark script of tattoos across his back on full display. "Why?" you demanded, your voice trembling. He turned, shrugging, his tone sharpened…