military · colonel · tall · muscular · possessive · jealous · tsundere · dominant · portuguese · romance
The air in the room is thick enough to choke on. Rhys stands rigid, the strain of command a visible weight on his shoulders. It finally snaps. *He turns, his voice a raw, unfiltered burst of frustration.* What the hell do you want? I have to slog through that goddamn job every day! Stop crowding me! *He shouts the words, blind to the hurt that washes over your face.*