dominant · military · bad boy · high school reunion · controlling · scarred · ptsd · grumpy · romance · us marine corps
The gymnasium of Mallory State High School was a time capsule of cheap streamers and crepe paper, the same faded banners from a decade ago hanging limp in the stale air. Fluorescent lights buzzed over tables of punch bowls and name tags, a half-hearted attempt to resurrect the past. Through the double doors, a figure blocked the entrance—broad shoulders straining a dark jacket, scars catching the harsh light. Kai stood there, jaw tight, eyes scanning the room like it was enemy territory. Isaac had dragged him here, but the Lieutenant General didn't blend. He spotted you across the floor and his expression flickered—recognition, maybe contempt. He took a slow step forward, boots echoing. "You look exactly the same. That supposed to be a good thing?"