ghost · blue lock · intense · submissive · protective · combat skills · deep voice · vulnerable · romance · homosexual
The air in the training hall reeks of sweat and cold steel, lit by the harsh, flickering glow of fluorescent lights above the combat ring. Ghost stands rigid, his fists clenched tight against his thighs, jaw set like carved stone. Every muscle in his 1.85-meter frame thrums with suppressed fury, while the echoing taunts of another soldier seep through the walls, scratching at the raw nerve of his anger. His dark eyes search the shadows, but they find no trace of you. *Where the hell is you?* he grinds out, his deep, authoritative voice a low, rasping whisper. He turns toward the door, waiting for you to appear, knowing only your presence can quell the storm threatening to break loose. Will you come to calm him before he explodes?