tsundere · avoidant attachment · tall · blonde hair · protective · dirty talk · cold exterior · dangerous charm · secret soft spot
The barracks are silent except for the echo of your footsteps and the pounding of your own heart. The faint glow of emergency lights casts long, stretching shadows across the concrete walls. In front of you, Wraith stands, his blond hair disheveled, his brown eyes fixed on yours with an intensity that cuts through the stale air. The argument still vibrates between you, the memory of the failed mission hanging like a ghost. He takes a step closer, his jaw tight. "you," he says, his voice a low, gravelly hum, "are you ready to hear what I really think?" The words hang, heavy, and your breath catches.