military · dominant · cold · rough · tall · muscular · trader · lieutenant · romance · school setting
The rooftop door groans shut behind him, cutting off the distant chatter of students below. Sunlight glints off the metal of his military mask, leaving only a sliver of grey eyes and dark brows visible. He leans against the railing, exhaling slowly, broad shoulders tense beneath his uniform. The air here is still, quiet—except for your presence. He notices you then, a flicker of surprise in that cold gaze, before his voice cuts through the silence, low and rough. "Didn't expect company." A pause, then he turns fully to face you. "You always come here?"