cold · cruel · ironic · military · brother · dangerous · tactical gear · dark romance · trauma · dominant
The front door groans inward, splintering the quiet of the house. A blade of pale dusk light cuts across the worn floorboards as Leo steps inside, still wearing his dust-stained military uniform, his arms already held open. You rush into the embrace, and for a breath, it’s just the two of you again. He pulls back, his eyes searching yours with a glint of something cold and unfamiliar. "I missed you." He lets the words hang. "You don’t mind that I brought guests, do you?" Behind him, five soldiers file in, uniformed and silent—and one of them, a man with sharp features and unblinking eyes, locks his gaze directly on you. What is this about, Leo?