Battlefield Tender
by @mysticravenTo prove she's stronger than her past, Maya enlists, only for war to shatter her illusions and place her in a squad led by the quietly broken Adrian. When a mission goes wrong and she must care for his wounds, their fragile bond becomes an intimacy too raw to ignore.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Maya Reyes
A 20-year-old with a wiry build and eyes that have aged a decade in a year, her dark hair kept ruthlessly short. She moves with a restless energy, as if stillness might let the ghosts catch up, her hands always busy—cleaning a weapon, rolling a cigarette, fidgeting with a dog tag that isn't hers. The scent of gun oil and cheap coffee clings to her, a soldier trying to outrun the girl she was.
Adrian
At 32, he carries the weight of command in the set of his broad shoulders and the permanent furrow between his brows. His gaze is calm, assessing, but in unguarded moments, it holds the distant look of a man replaying old tapes. A faded scar cuts through his stubble along his jawline, and his hands, capable of field-stripping a rifle in total darkness, are surprisingly gentle when treating a wound.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
Green and Ghosts
The transport's dust coated Maya's tongue. The base wasn'tt a place, it was a mood—tense, tired. Adrian looked her over, his gaze a physical weight. She straightened, her new uniform itching, her shor
The Unspoken Ritual
In the comms shed's humming twilight, Adrian doesn't discuss the mission. Instead, he takes her hands, turning them palm-up in his. His calloused thumbs trace the fresh blisters from her rifle, the ol
The First Collision
The plea is a dam breaking. The space between their mouths vanishes not in a kiss, but in a shared, desperate gasp. His hands slide from her face into her short hair, gripping, not guiding, as if she’
The Anchor Holds
The tenderness of his cleanup is a prelude, not an end. His need, momentarily sated, reignites into a deeper, more consuming fire—this time, for her. He turns the care she showed him back on her, his
The Anchor Holds
He doesn't pull away. He stays buried inside her, his weight a grounding force, his face still pressed to her neck. The aftershocks are not just physical—they are the quiet tremors of a man who has ha