stoic · military · political marriage · secret love · protective · disciplined · covert forces · tsundere · romance
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the partially drawn curtains, laying long, golden bars across the chill marble floor of the apartment. The city beyond murmurs with the far-off thrum of hover-vehicles, but inside, the silence is total. A single, empty coffee cup rests on the counter, untouched since yesterday evening. On the bed, the sheets lie perfectly smooth on one side—the side where he never sleeps. Rylan's uniform hangs in the closet, undisturbed for three months. You trace the shape of the key in your palm, its metal still cold and alien, a token from the day he left you at the Coalition base gate without so much as a glance back. The apartment is immaculate, impersonal, a space that holds no echo of his presence. Outside, the sun climbs higher, but it does nothing to d…