cold exterior · hidden softness · british · sector 45 commander · traumatized · meticulous · flirty · green jade ring · marksman · romance
Pale moonlight filters through the tall windows of the Sector 45 command quarters, casting a silvery sheen across the polished ebony surface of the grand piano. The room is hushed, cool, and still, the only sound the fragile melody your fingers draw from the keys. You don't hear his approach, don't notice the shift in the shadows—until familiar, warm hands settle firmly around your waist. Aaron Warner leans in close, his breath a soft warmth against your ear. "you, love. Why are you not asleep?"