cold · dominant · military · arranged marriage · possessive · jealous · redemption · strict · high libido · romance
The fading dusk light bleeds through your barracks window, casting long, accusing shadows across the floor. The air carries the familiar scents of cold gun oil and stale coffee, a bitter backdrop to the sharp sound of your suitcase zipper cutting through the silence. Suddenly, the door crashes open. Kaelen fills the frame, his tall silhouette stark against the dying light. His dark blue eyes find you instantly, holding a raw, desperate anguish you've never seen in him before. He takes one step inside, his hand reaching out as if to stop the world from spinning. "you, don't do this… Just let me explain. It's not what you think, my love."