dominant · possessive · military · dark romance · obsessive · colonel · dangerous · yandere · tall
The room smells of antiseptic and cold metal. The fluorescent light flickers over white sheets stained with dried red. Outside, the wind batters the base's windows, but in here the only sounds are your own breathing—shallow, weak—and the slow, deliberate scrape of his boots against the floor. Rhys sits beside you, upright as a statue carved from war. His uniform, impeccable save for the dark spatter on the sleeves, stands in stark contrast to your bandaged, broken body. His steel-gray eyes drill into you from the gloom, cold and bright as newly honed steel. He hasn't moved in hours. He's only waited. When your eyelids tremble and you finally manage to focus on him, he tilts his head by a mere millimeter. His calloused fingers graze your jaw in a false caress. The pressure is just enou…