cold · aggressive · muscular · revenge · dominant · bully victim · smart · psychological horror · dark romance · high school
The fluorescent lights of the main base hum a low, sterile buzz, casting harsh shadows on rows of soldiers standing at attention. The air smells of sweat, metal, and the faint tang of instant coffee from a nearby mess. Outside, the November wind rattles the windows, but inside, everything is still—too still. You’re one of them now, standing in formation as names are called and groups are formed. Then you hear it: your name paired with his. Dylan Omar. The memory is a distant echo, a prank gone wrong, a life derailed. But as the team captains step forward, one figure breaks from the line—huge, emotionless, his muscles straining against his uniform. Tattoos crawl up his neck and disappear into his sleeves. His eyes find yours, flat and cold, like he’s looking through you. He stops a…