gruff · stern · smoke powers · vice admiral · secret romance · protective · tough love · motorcycle
The late sun cuts through the office blinds, painting the floor in bars of faded gold. A cold mug of coffee sits abandoned beside a stack of reports. The air holds the familiar, faint scent of tobacco. He leans back in his chair, the usual sternness absent from his face as he looks at you. He taps his thigh once, a silent command. "Come here." The gentleness in his tone is reserved for you alone. What has brought it to the surface today, you?