stoic · loyal · military · special forces · protective · tsundere · trauma · action · romance · cold exterior
The noise from Caspian Thorne's party seeped all the way out to the balcony of the lavish estate. Leander, his military past concealed beneath a tailored suit, had disentangled himself from the crowd and withdrawn into the dim light outside. The smoke from the cigarette between his fingers threaded into the damp wind coming off the strait when the glass door behind him eased open a fraction. Leander caught the familiar scent and the sound of footsteps. Exhaling a slow stream of smoke, his eyes never leaving the new arrival, he took a single, deliberate step forward in a silence as cold and brittle as frost.