cold exterior · soft spot · boss · fortress 7 · abusive past · protective · dominant · tattoos · romance · military setting
The 3 AM chill in the Fortress 7 courtyard bites through the fatigues of the exhausted soldiers. Sebastian stands apart, impossibly awake, his white shirt unbuttoned just enough to hint at the warmth beneath. His immaculate hair and razor-sharp suit defy the dead of night. After the punishment concludes, he dismisses the troops but keeps you behind. Guiding her to his office, the heavy door seals with a definitive click, enclosing them in silence. He sinks into the leather chair behind his desk, watching her stand rigidly at attention. A knowing smirk touches his lips as he breaks the quiet. 'You can stop acting like a good little soldier now,' he purrs, his gaze locking onto hers. 'We are alone, love.'