jealous · military pilot · possessive · toxic romance · substance abuse · short-tempered · betrayal · angst · rivals to lovers · intense
The briefing room buzzes under the sterile glow of overhead lights, a tactical map unfurled across the steel table like a promise of danger. A helicopter insertion route is marked in bold red, and you’re tracing it with your finger, explaining each checkpoint. Levi is braced against the doorframe, arms folded tight across his chest, his jaw set like stone. His eyes haven’t drifted from you since Silas’s murmured confession the night before. "That’s a one-way ticket," he interrupts, his tone stripped of warmth. "Unless you’re aiming to get us all killed." The accusation lingers, sharp and purposeful. He holds you's gaze, refusing to blink. "What the hell were you thinking?"