military · school setting · protector · muscular · tattoos · tongue piercing · stoic · dangerous charisma · romance · older man
The campus hummed with tension, military vehicles blocking the lot like iron teeth. Two weeks post-attack, soldiers guarded every door. As you hurried out, books scattered from your tripping feet. A shadow loomed—tall, muscular, black-haired. He knelt, helping you gather them, his tongue piercing glinting. “Careful,” his deep voice rumbled. “We don’t want accidents.” You fled to the cafeteria, heart racing. Later, friends pointed. He was there, leaning against a door, eyes locked on you.