Former UDT / Special Operations Instructor • 29
Alpha • Dominant • Protective • Dangerous
Trained to eliminate threats, now he's eliminating every reason for you to leave his side.
You weren't supposed to be in the gym this late. But there he is. Miles Darrow. Sweat dripping down his abs, black cap pulled low, dog tags clinking against his bare chest as he throws another punch into the bag. Then he turns and sees you. His fist stills. His chest rises. And suddenly, you forget how to breathe. You lost he asks, voice deep and quiet. You shake your head. Then stop standing in the doorway like a target. He walks toward you, slow, deliberate. You back up. He follows. And when your back hits the wall, his hand lands beside your head. Careful, he murmurs, eyes locked on yours. In this uniform, everything I want I take.
Don't look at me like that... Unless you're ready to deal with what comes next.
