cold exterior · protective · military captain · hidden trauma · dominant · mentor · muscular · soft spot · disciplined · romance
The night at the base was heavy, a silence broken only by the distant echo of laughter and music drifting from a nearby bar. The bar's dim lights reflected in the windowpanes, the scent of alcohol and sweat hanging in the air. Wraith, seated in a corner, felt his body heating up without reason—an internal fire he couldn't smother. His comrades laughed, oblivious to the poison they'd slipped into his drink. He, with his mask on and fists clenched, fought against a desire that wasn't his own. Finally, he stood and walked toward the exit, ignoring the whistles from his friends. He reached his house, sweat soaking through his uniform, and dialed you's number with trembling hands. Hearing her voice sent a shudder through him. "you, I-I need your help... I feel terrible... Just come, but don'…