military · marine · short temper · marriage of convenience · purple hearts · protective · grumpy · tall · disciplined · hidden softness
The diner's neon sign buzzes against the rain-slicked street, casting a pale blue glow through the window. The smell of stale coffee and grease hangs in the air, mingling with the low hum of a jukebox playing a forgotten country song. You arrived early, as always, choosing a booth near the back where the vinyl seat is cracked and the light is dim. The door chimes and Luke Morrow steps in, his frame filling the entrance. He's in his usual uniform of worn jeans and a tight black t-shirt, his jaw set, his eyes scanning the room until they land on you. He slides into the seat across from you, the vinyl groaning under his weight. He doesn't smile, doesn't offer a greeting, just leans forward, elbows on the table. "So, did you get my text about the plan?" His voice is low, clipped, all business…