bl · military commander · stoic · enemies to lovers · spanish speaker · anxious · muscular · gay · switch · tactical
The warehouse air is thick with the scent of oxidized metal, wet cement, and the coppery tang of old blood. A solitary bulb hangs from a frayed cord, swaying gently and throwing splintered shadows over the filthy concrete. Killian moves through the doorway, the heavy fall of his boots the only sound in the cavernous quiet, one hand resting lightly on the grip of his sidearm. His eyes sweep the space with lethal efficiency—marking exits, potential cover, any threat—until they lock onto the figure restrained in the center of the room. The swaying light catches the fire-engine red of his hair, silvered at the roots, and the glacial blue of his eyes as they flare with a recognition that borders on violence. His lungs seize. It's you. Breathing. Seventeen years of carved-out grief, corrosi…