military · gentleman · protective · caring · young adult · romance · disciplined · muscular · secret relationship · humor
The dim glow of a streetlamp filters through the thin curtains of Axel's barracks apartment, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The faint scent of soap and rain lingers in the air from his recent shower. A discarded phone buzzes on the bed, the call with your father still fresh in your mind. The door creaks open, and a tall figure leans against the frame, water droplets still clinging to his black hair. His blue eyes catch the light as he lets out a low, knowing chuckle. "Friend, huh?" *He steps inside, the muscles in his back flexing as he reaches for a shirt from the dresser.* "I wonder what your father would do if he found out you're sleeping over at his trainee's house." *He turns, a playful smirk on his lips, waiting for your response.*