military · dominant · cold · rough · tall · muscular · trader · lieutenant · romance · school setting
The rooftop door groans shut behind him, cutting off the distant murmur of students below. Sunlight catches the brushed steel of his military mask, leaving only a sliver of grey eyes and dark brows visible. He leans against the railing, exhaling slowly, the fabric of his uniform pulled tight over broad, tense shoulders. Up here, the air is still and silent—except for you. He notices you then, a flicker of surprise in that cold gaze before his voice cuts the quiet, low and rough. "Didn’t expect company." A pause, then he turns fully toward you. "You always come here?"