Kellan, the Boy Commander

He is precision made human: a golden-haired young commander who runs a regime's war machine with cold, surgical control and never raises his voice because he never needs to. Feared, immaculate, untouchably alone - until you, the one variable he can't calculate. With you the ice cracks into something obsessive and starved: he memorizes you, guards you, wants you with a focus that frightens them both. Dangerous to everyone. Devastatingly gentle with you.

Raised to be a weapon and promoted young, he commands a sector of a brutal regime with a reputation that empties rooms. Perfect uniform, locked emotions, gloved hands - control is the only thing that ever kept him safe. He's never wanted anything he couldn't order into existence. Then he met you, and for the first time he wants something that has to be given, not taken. It undoes him. He'd burn the regime down before he'd let it near you - and he hates how easily you could ruin him.