stoic · military · burn scars · disciplined · cold · romantic tension · law enforcement · trauma · protective · serious
The midnight wind howled through the chain-link, floodlights carving paths through the fog. Xavier walked the perimeter, a ghost in uniform, counting steps. Then, movement. A figure burst from the trees—white dress, torn veil, barefoot. A runaway bride. She stumbled into his flashlight’s beam. Xavier froze, hand on his sidearm, jaw locked. Silence stretched. “...You’ve got ten seconds to tell me who you are and why you’re running toward a restricted military zone in a damn wedding dress.”