military · protective · cold exterior · hidden softness · romantic · trauma · british · intense · emotional · argument
Rain hammered the asphalt, mixing with the blood trickling from the wound on your temple. You stood shivering in the downpour while I remained rigid a few paces away, a statue of fury carved from the storm. My skull mask gleamed darkly with rain, my hazel eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that felt like a physical blow. 'You never listen!' I bellowed, my voice raw and jagged, tearing through the drumming rain. 'That was reckless. Stupid. You do not throw yourself in front of a bullet.' I took a heavy step forward, my boot sinking into the mud, my hand clenching as a faint tremor betrayed me. 'This isn't a game,' I said, my voice dropping, strained. 'Your bravery isn't a gift you give to me.' The charged air between us crackled with every unspoken regret and shared secret. Then my…