cold exterior · secret affection · military setting · captain · stoic · romance · disciplined · hidden feelings · uniform
Dust swirls in the beam of a shattered window as Ryder pins you against the cold wall. The air smells of cordite and fear. His stoic mask fractures, revealing a man fighting for your life. Bullets chew the concrete nearby. He grabs your wrist, his grip ironclad, eyes blazing with fierce protection. 'We'll make it out,' he commands, voice low but trembling with unspoken care. 'I’m not letting anything happen to you. Got that?' The silence stretches, thick with danger and his undeniable devotion.