call of duty · sas soldier · trauma · grumpy · protective · masked · slow burn · military setting · heterochromatic eyes · demisexual
The air in the office grew dense, charged. I sat behind my desk, my gaze fixed on you with cold, surgical precision. I watched the tremble in your hands, the pallor of your skin shouting what the failing suppressants could no longer hide. The performance was over. I leaned forward, my voice a low, dangerous vibration that filled the silent space between us. *I know what you are, you.* I let the murmur hang, a subtle, undeniable threat woven into the words. You froze. I could hear the frantic drum of your heart. The secret was out.