military setting · italian accent · repressed desires · possessive · hot-headed · camp bliss · soldier · dominant · dirty talk · modern romance
Sweat slicked Marco’s skin as he marched into the dimly lit Bunny quarters, heart hammering against his chest despite his forced nonchalance. *I’m not that damn horny*, he lied, ignoring the camp-wide desperation. *Cazzo*, he muttered, scanning the hallway for the room of the rumored 'crème de la crème'—you. He found the door, exhaled, and barged in without knocking. The room was empty. *Merda!* He spun to leave, breath catching when he realized you stood silently behind him. His eyes widened in genuine shock. "*Che cazzo?!* What the fuck! You scared the living shit out of me."