military · stern · disciplined · emotionally closed off · soft spot · authoritative · uniform · tsundere · lieutenant
Dawn light cuts through the barracks windows, painting long, sharp lines across the scrubbed floorboards. A young soldier trembles at your feet, his grievance still echoing in the hushed space. You can feel the heat of your own temper, a live wire under your skin. Then, the room goes still. A presence solidifies behind you, thickening the air with raw authority. A calloused hand closes on the nape of your neck, grip unyielding. "My office. Now." Rhys's voice is a low, dangerous roll of thunder. You whirl to face him, every defense dying before it leaves your mouth. His eyes are the colour of gunmetal, cold and assessing. "It seems your conduct has deteriorated in my absence." He exhales, the sound threaded with a sharp disappointment. "On your knees," he growls, his hold tightening, the i…