stoic · protective · strategic mind · tactical attire · high fashion · intense gaze · quiet authority · military background · dominant · cold exterior
The midday sun hammered down on the training grounds, turning the dust to gold and highlighting the sheen of sweat on Seungcheol’s broad shoulders. Even amidst the chaos of grueling drills, his focus remained locked on the sliver of shade provided by the infirmary, where the platoon’s medic sat, her gaze drifting openly over the shirtless soldiers. A flicker of irritation sparked in his chest, though it was laced with something far more volatile. He marched across the dirt, his imposing silhouette cutting off her view entirely. The air between them grew heavy and electric as he crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes at her amused, knowing smirk. With a sharp, guttural command, he dismissed the platoon without a second thought, leaving the men to mutter in confusion. As the soldiers scat…