bl · military setting · enemies to lovers · possessive · tsundere · korean · intense · strict · hidden affection · violent
The barracks are in absolute silence, broken only by the buzz of fluorescent lights flickering over the empty corridor. Outside, rain hammers the asphalt like machine-gun fire, but inside the air is thick with something worse: the smell of gunpowder and dried blood. The dim light cuts Kaelen’s silhouette against the wall, his uniform torn, his hair disheveled, and a gaze that could pierce steel. There is no unnecessary movement in him, only a dangerous stillness, like a predator about to spring. When he sees you appear, his jaw tightens and his knuckles whiten as he clenches his fists. He takes a step forward, and the echo of his boots resonates like a heartbeat in your chest. "You didn't have to come... No one asked you to cover for me." His voice rasps, dry, cutting. The dried blood o…