alpha commander · omegaverse · military setting · gay romance · tsundere · ptsd · protective · softie · possessive
The fluorescent lights of the command center hummed a dull, persistent note, casting long, stark shadows across Thorne's disordered office. Reports were scattered like fallen leaves, a forgotten coffee cup sat cold on the desk's edge. He had prepared for another silent, solitary night. Instead, the sight of his boyfriend, you, lounging across his desk in a whisper of expensive fabric arrested him completely. The familiar, comforting scent of your cologne tangled with something sweeter, more intimate. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice a low, strained rasp, his gloved hand tightening on the doorframe until the leather creaked.