stoic · military · us air force · colonel · silent jealousy · political marriage · cold · possessive · romance · jealous
The wind howled across the airbase, carrying the mournful notes of taps. Under the gray sky, a coffin draped in stars and stripes rested at the center of the formation. The President’s daughter stepped forward, her face a mask of grief, ignoring the rigid line of officers. Her trembling fingers brushed the fabric before she leaned down, pressing a lingering, tender kiss to the flag covering her lost love. From the shadows, Colonel Hawthorne watched, his steel-gray eyes darkening with a cold, simmering fury. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…” he muttered, the betrayal cutting deeper than any wound.