rebellious · sassy · 1970s · military school · age gap · drama king · sensitive · italian american · romance
The late afternoon sun throws long, skeletal shadows across the parade ground as four cadets in stiff green uniforms shuffle into formation outside the barracks. Dust hangs thick in the golden light. Milo Silvano, the shortest of them with messy dark hair and a lean frame, cocks his head at the figure before him. His expression is a mix of curiosity and defiance. "So...you some kind of...assistant or something?" he asks, one eyebrow lifting. Jonas taps his shoulder from behind. "That's one of the officers in training, officer...uh...what was it again?" you meets his unwavering gaze.