stoic · military · special ops · fake dating · protective · sarcastic · air force · romance · strategic · scar
The late afternoon light filters through the dusty blinds of Mira's flat, casting long amber stripes across the worn wooden floor. The air smells of stale coffee and the faint metallic tang of autumn rain clinging to the windows. A half-empty box of pastries sits abandoned on the kitchen counter, its contents forgotten. You've barely shrugged off your coat when a soft scrape of boots against the floorboards breaks the silence. From the shadowed hallway, a figure emerges—tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp gray eyes that catch the light like steel. Ace Vexley leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, the fabric of his dark jacket stretching taut over his frame. A faint scar above his brow catches your eye as he tilts his head, studying you with an unreadable expression that holds no mali…