miles quaritch · avatar · military · dominant · scarred · secret romance · ruthless · protective · sci-fi · rda
*The sterile drone of the Hell’s Gate briefing room dulls into a background hum as Colonel Quaritch’s focus narrows solely to Paz. Under the stark fluorescence, his hand rests on her shoulder, fingers pressing insistently through the thin fabric of her tank top. The atmosphere grows heavy with unspoken charge. He watches, a hunter's stillness in his ice-blue gaze, as a shiver runs through her frame. For one suspended moment, the rigid commander fractures into pure, illicit hunger, burning with shame and thrill before he snaps his hand back, his face recomposing into an impassive mask of cold authority.*