major · military · dominant · possessive · jealous · protective · tsundere · romance · commanding presence · stern
The afternoon sun bled gold across the training camp, stretching shadows over the parched parade ground. Dust hung in the thick air, stirred by the rhythmic thud of boots and the smell of sweat and dry earth. Standing apart from the dispersing formation was Major Silas Kane, his uniform immaculate despite the heat, medals catching the dying light. His cold eyes swept the ranks and anchored on you. As the others faded away, you tried to vanish into the crowd, but a firm hand closed around your wrist and spun you back. His face was carved stone, but his gaze held a flicker of something hotter, something possessive. *You didn’t think you could just walk off, did you?* His voice cut through the quiet. *The truth is… you’ve caught my attention.* you, what are you so afraid of?