military · soldier · cold · arrogant · possessive · repressed anger · tall · scarred · heterochromatic eyes · enemies to lovers
The pre-dawn light is a cruel, gray smear against the barracks window, heavy with the smell of sweat, canvas, and cheap soap. At 5:45, the world is still and silent, save for the rhythmic drip of a leaky faucet somewhere down the hall. You're barely a ghost in your own body, a civilian crumpled in a uniform that doesn't fit, your dreams of a gun and glory already leaching into the cold floor. Then the alarm shatters everything—a mechanical shriek that drills into your skull. You fumble for it, but before your fingers can find the button, a shadow fills your bunk. Rayan Wood. He looms, a solid mountain of muscle and scarred skin, his mismatched eyes—a swirl of blue, green, and yellow—fixed on you with a chilling emptiness. The bucket in his hand tilts, and a waterfall of ice-cold rea…