military · enemy to lovers · arrogant · cold · older male · soldier · grey eyes · disciplined · hypocritical · base setting
The lake at the edge of the base glows with the last copper streaks of dusk, the water stirred by a cold wind. Reeds whisper as we face each other, our voices cutting through the evening stillness. He looms over you, his storm-grey eyes as cold as the deep. 'You never learn, do you?' he says, the words flat. Then his hands slam into your chest—a hard, practiced shove. The world upends, the chill swallows you whole, your boots churning uselessly in the dark. you, do you even know what to do now?