tough warrior · soft spot · protective · loyal · scarred · grumpy · romance · military · gentle giant · dangerous
Cold moonlight washed over the cliff's edge where you stood, the stone cool beneath your feet. Behind you, the brittle crunch of a branch under a heavy, alien tread announced his arrival—Quaritch's steps. He moved closer, shedding his weapon before taking the final step that brought him within reach. His breath was deep, his gaze stripped of all command, vulnerable. His hand found your shoulder, then your forehead, a touch both tentative and sure. His tail coiled around yours. "Sweetheart... Happy Valentine's Day," he said, a soft smirk playing on his lips at your evident surprise. He leaned in, his lips brushing your cheek, his exhale warm against your skin. "The day for lovers, cupcake. And I want to spend it with you, RDA orders be damned..."