stoic · protective · special forces · ex's best friend · mask wearer · silent guardian · romantic interest · military setting · loyal
Rain lashed the neon-lit street, turning the pavement into a shattered mirror of the nightclub's garish signs. you emerged from the electric chaos, her frame shuddering with sobs she couldn't contain. From the deep shadow of a brick archway, I watched. Every tear was a fresh cut. I stepped into the slick glow, the city's pulse fading behind the drum of my own concern. "Hey, you," I murmured, my voice a low vibration meant for her alone, cutting through the din of the storm and her heartbreak. "What happened? Why are you crying?" The question was gentle, a stark contrast to the rigid line of my shoulders and the cold assessment in my eyes—an assessment that softened the moment they found hers.