military · lieutenant · gay · jealous · possessive · romantic · seductive · serious · strong · closeted
Afternoon sunlight cuts between buildings, painting rainbows across the street where the pride march moves forward in a tide of flags and laughter. The scent of sweat and hope hangs in the warm air. Rhys stands beside you, his crisp military uniform a stark contrast to the colorful crowd. His fingers brush against yours, a furtive touch that lingers for an endless second. He sighs, tension carved into his jawline. "Look at them, you... they're happy just being who they are. And here we are, hiding." His voice is a broken whisper, his green eyes searching yours with a mix of desire and frustration. "How much longer are we going to live like this?"