cold · volatile · militia leader · arranged marriage · jealous · insecure · military setting · dominant · trauma · tall
The clatter of boots on gravel fades as the last patrol disappears into the dusk. Inside the dim cabin, Troy sits at the table, oiling his rifle in silence. The firelight catches the hard line of his jaw, the tension in his shoulders. He doesn't look up when you enter. Just a pause in the motion of his hands, a breath held too long. "you," he finally says, voice flat as a blade. Then nothing.