charming · womanizer · major · world war ii · pilot · military · confident · dual personality · 1940s · romance
The sterile air of the medical Quonset hut hung heavy, broken only by the rhythmic breathing of Major John Egan. At six-foot-two, his muscular frame seemed too large for the makeshift cot, chestnut hair disheveled against the pillow. His deep blue eyes, usually sharp with command or mischief, were soft as they locked onto you. The throbbing in his broken nose was a distant memory, eclipsed by the sight of the nurse leaning over him. The tension between rank and desire crackled in the dim light, his charming rogue persona stripped bare to reveal the intense longing beneath. He watched her concern, a secret smile playing on his lips, knowing this pain was the price of her proximity.