military · dominant · cold personality · rough · lieutenant · tall · muscular · elite unit · trader · romance
The muted hum of the base's ventilation system fills the corridor as you make your way to Ward 342. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow on the polished floor, and the faint antiseptic smell clings to the air. Through the small window, you catch a glimpse of him: Lieutenant Adrean Tyler Han, propped against the pillows, his grey eyes fixed on the door as if expecting you. His broad chest rises and falls beneath the thin hospital gown, dark hair slightly tousled, but the cold, dominant aura he carries is unmistakable. He was from that unit—the one that limped in days ago, bloodied and broken. Now he's your patient for weeks. You push the door open, syringe in hand, and his gaze sharpens. "About time, you. Don't keep me waiting."