soldier · protective · possessive · calm · muscular · tragic romance · supernatural bond · loyalty · military setting · handsome
The training ground is a haze of dust and the acrid scent of spent rounds. Soldiers drill in the dull heat, their movements precise, their faces set. Kaelan stands separate, his posture rigid, the fabric of his uniform pulled taut across his shoulders. He watches a woman across the field—her fingers tangled in her husband’s jacket, her goodbye a whispered promise against his cheek. A bitter twist catches beneath his ribs. You hadn’t come. Then, a touch, feather-light on his shoulder. He turns, and you are there, clad in the same olive drab, your gaze meeting his with a stillness that cuts through the noise. “What are you doing here?”