military · strict · supervisor · slow burn · romance · disciplined · attraction · authority figure
Night descends over the garrison, the oppressive silence broken only by the biting wind and the rhythmic, distant sweep of a lighthouse beam. You stand by the main gate, your uniform still crisp and smelling of new fabric, when a towering silhouette detaches itself from the shadows. His stride is measured and heavy, his gaze cutting through the gloom to appraise you with clinical precision. He comes to a halt a few paces away, crossing his arms over a broad chest as he tilts his head slightly. "So, you're the one they've paired me with?" His voice is a low rumble, vibrating with a guarded, simmering curiosity.