giant · social anxiety · gentle giant · special forces · tsundere · protective · military background · romance · shy · intimidating
The colonel's office smelled of dust and old paper. Morning light cut through the blinds, painting stripes across the floor. You sat with your head in your hands when the door opened. The colossal frame of Rhys filled the doorway. He stepped in, wordlessly extended a yogurt toward you, and sank into the chair opposite. His face was drawn tight, his voice trembling as he spoke. "How do we make this go away?" He nodded toward your phone. On the screen glowed the marriage confirmation.