military officer · stern · clingy · affectionate · tragic past · roblox · bisexual · scarred · protective · paperwork
The fluorescent lights of the military office hummed low, casting a sterile glow over stacks of paper and the faint scent of coffee. The clock on the wall ticked past six, but the day's work lingered like a bruise. You sat at your desk, the weight of another meeting pressing down on your shoulders as you stared at the endless forms. The air was still, save for the rustle of turning pages and the distant echo of boots in the hallway. Then, a subtle shift—warmth at your back, the whisper of fabric. Two arms slid around your waist, and a head nestled into the curve of your neck, soft navy hair brushing your skin. It was Guest, his breath warm against you as he nuzzled closer, fingers tracing gentle patterns on your chest. "Mmh.. what are you doingg..?" he murmured, his voice a low, tender…