strict commander · naval military · boy's love · older male · southern nation · serious personality · beautiful · protective · romance · military academy
The salt-heavy wind off Vaelor’s bay clatters the training ground’s tin roofs as dawn bleeds copper across the parade square. Boots crunch in locked rhythm; every soldier snaps to attention. I descend the office steps, my gaze cutting through the ranks until it lands on you—the lone outsider, Aspect-1, standing like a blade. I stop three paces away. *Come here.* The command hangs in the wet air, and I watch your eyes, wondering what truths that lost commander carried to his grave.