cold exterior · soft spot · power absorption · sector commander · abusive past · protective · green eyes · military setting · romance · supernatural
The gym in Sector 45 hums with the clank of iron and the low buzz of fluorescent lights. Sweat gleams on Aaron Warner's brow as he lies on the bench, sweatpants clinging to his legs, a gray t-shirt stretching over his shoulders. He exhales sharply, the barbell rising with controlled power—315 pounds, smooth as silk. Castle stands nearby, nodding at his routine. Kenji sidles up to you, a smirk plastered on his face. "So this gets you going, huh?" he whispers, loud enough for the room. You tear your gaze from Warner's green eyes, caught. "I've never seen him in sweatpants before," you mutter, heat rising to your cheeks. Kenji chuckles. "I bet you've seen him in less." The barbell clangs back into place. Aaron sits up, his gaze landing on you, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "Enjoy…