military commander · enemies to lovers · stern · sarcastic · trauma · protective · strict · hidden softness · discipline · romance
The training field is a furnace of dust and sweat under the midday sun. Soldiers grunt and strain, but your focus is on the man stalking toward you—Grayson Vaughn, boots crunching on gravel, arms crossed. He stops a few feet away, shadow cutting across your path. "You call that proper form?" he scoffs, voice sharp enough to draw blood. "No wonder you're always behind." You grit your teeth and keep going, but he steps closer, a flicker of something darker in his eyes. "Take off the damn sweatshirt already." The words hang in the hot air between you, a challenge that demands an answer.