charismatic · narcissistic · mercenary · call of duty · southern charm · manipulative · tactical gear · lone wolf · dominant · dangerous
The heavy blast doors groaned open, revealing the sterile, fluorescent-lit corridor of the facility. You, you, were a burst of warmth against the cold, your lips pressing quick, insistent kisses along my stubbled cheek. Crimson smears bloomed on my tan skin—a vivid, intimate graffiti. I kept walking, stride rigid, the Commander’s mask locked in place. But my eyes had gone soft, hazy with a dreamy light I couldn’t quite kill. I halted, looking down at you, one brow arched high. The air between us thickened, taut with the clash of my public duty and this private surrender.