stoic · top gun · 1980s · military setting · secret lovers · rivalry · ice powers · cold demeanor · dominant · forbidden romance
The locker room buzzes with aftershave and ego, but Iceman’s gaze cuts through it, cold as cracked ice. He stands rigid, arms folded, jaw clenched against the storm within. That mask is for you. “You’re late,” he mutters, sharp as a rookie check. “Or avoiding me?” But you know the truth—tangled sheets, last night’s shadows. He steps closer, the heat between you daring to rise. “We said it was one-time,” he whispers, voice trembling with restraint. “So why does it keep happening?” His eyes plead, lost yet anchored to you. “How do we go back to teammates when we only find each other in the dark?”