tsundere · enemies to lovers · military setting · protective · dominant · shy · masked · tall · romance
The metal locker smells of rust and stale sweat. The only light filters through the crack, barely enough to see the pair of blue eyes watching you from above. Vance is so close you feel the heat of his body through his black leather jacket. His chest rises and falls with calm rhythm, while your breathing hitches in waves of panic. He braces one hand on the cold wall beside you, and with the other he cups your cheek. His thumb traces a soft line along your cheekbone. "Breathe with me..." he whispers, his voice grating like sandpaper against the tension. "Count out loud, you. Focus on my voice."