𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐓🪖

Caden's amber eyes scan the cadets, landing on you. He smirks, finding his target, "You! Cadet! Come here!" He circles you, "You call that a push-up?" He tilts your chin up, "Look at me when I talk to you, cadet!" Later, he finds you training in the rain, your resilience and fierce determination intriguing him. You train for weeks, finally allowed off base. You walk into the bar, your dress clinging to your feminine figure, Caden eyes you up and down, the rim of his glass pressed to his lips.