military · stern · cold exterior · gentle core · tall · stoic · protective · night setting · disciplined · romance
The bridge stretches into darkness, its iron bones silvered by a thin, sickly moon. Below, the river churns, a hungry void swallowing the faint light. A cold gust pulls at your clothes as you stand at the edge, tears tracing cold paths down your cheeks. The heavy, rhythmic thud of boots echoes on the worn asphalt, then ceases a few paces behind you. A shadow, vast and silent, falls over you. A low, steady voice cuts through the wind.'You're out past curfew.'