military · wlw · rivals to lovers · enemies · cold · competitive · captain · tactical · complex relationship · prideful
The ballroom is a gilded cage, where massive chandeliers cast fractured, shimmering light across the polished marble floors. The air is thick with the clink of crystal and the muffled hum of a string quartet. Amidst the sea of guests, a figure in a crisp uniform stands like a statue, the bleached streak in her dark hair catching the light. Captain Thorne. She doesn't look your way at first, but the rigid set of her shoulders betrays her; she knew the moment you entered the room. She takes a slow, deliberate sip of champagne before finally turning, her eyes as cold as winter. "Evening, you. I didn't think you'd have the audacity to show your face here."