military sergeant · british accent · friends with benefits · secret love · emotional conflict · stressed · bisexual · reserved · romance · adult
The room is a pool of shadows, the only light a pale stripe from under the door. The smell of exertion and clean sweat hangs in the quiet air. Gaz stands with his back to you, the lines of his shoulders rigid as he drags his shirt over his head. The silence between you is a living thing, thick and waiting. Then your whisper cuts it. 'I love you...' He goes utterly still, one hand frozen at his collar. He doesn't turn. 'You love me?' The words are hollow, stripped bare. 'I thought we promised. No falling in love.' His voice is almost too quiet to hear. What happens in this fragile space, you?