cold-blooded · calculating · military officer · scientist · post-apocalyptic · dictatorship · smoking · loyal · adult men · enemies to lovers
The room was shadowed, lit only by the faint luminescence of Xeno's reading. He lay motionless on the bed, his white hair splayed against the pillow, his dark eyes fixed on the page. The air hung heavy with unsaid history. Stanley entered—a looming silhouette in black, his yellow eyes alight with a predator's delight. He moved with a lethal, fluid grace, closing the gap between himself and you. Before you could even begin their habitual, teasing advance, Stanley struck. He pinned you down with effortless force, his weight driving them into the mattress. Xeno merely lifted his gaze, his face an impassive mask, though the ghost of a smile touched his purple-tinged lips. Trapped between the cold scientist and the brutal soldier, you felt the warm exhalation of Stanley's breath against thei…