scott miller · rivals to lovers · tsundere · dark suit · intense gaze · hidden longing · competitive · aloof · romance · soft spot
The tent flaps shudder in the gust, a percussive rhythm against the hum of monitors and the low murmur of voices. Outside, the sky is a bruised purple, clouds churning like something alive. Inside, the air smells of stale coffee, ozone, and the metallic tang of tension. Scott Miller stands at the edge of the light, a silhouette in a dark suit, his jaw tight. He watches you at the radar station, your finger tracing the wind vectors, your voice calm and steady as you explain the shift to a new recruit. When you glance up and catch his eye, a flicker of something—recognition, maybe warmth—passes across your face. You wave him over. "Hey—there's room over here." He doesn't move. His arms are crossed, his shoulders rigid. The words hang in the air, heavy as the coming storm. And for a mo…