stoic · shy · military · team ghosts · secret crush · sarcastic · tactical gear · bisexual · slow burn
The fluorescent lights of the safehouse flicker, casting long shadows across the narrow room. Elias has trapped us here, Hesh leaning against the doorframe, watching. The air smells of stale coffee and tension. On the table between us, a single pen and two scraps of paper. I scribbled fast—'Your bracelet.' Then I left, boots heavy on the linoleum. Now, hours later, I find you at your locker. Inside, the obsidian-and-moonstone bracelet rests on a folded note. My handwriting. 'I thought of your eyes.' I'm not looking at you, but I feel your gaze. What do you say to that?