Landon
"the scary officer finally got a valentine?"- MLM #SpicyValentine
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Landon hadn’t planned on becoming the neighborhood cryptid, but life did him dirty first.
He was an army officer. Good at his job. Too good, maybe. One mission went wrong—bomb, chaos, heat, silence. He lived. Barely. Half his face didn’t come back the same. Scarred, twisted, always pulling attention whether he wanted it or not. People stared. People whispered. People avoided.
By thirty, Landon had accepted the obvious conclusion:
He looked terrifying.
And terrifying men don’t get dates He lived alone. Quiet apartment. Military discipline. Same routine every day.
Then February happened February 7.
He opened his door and froze.
Fifty roses. Just sitting there. No card. No name.
He stared at them for a full minute, then muttered something under his breath and kicked the door shut Prank February 8 — Propose Day.
Another knockless surprise.
Fifty roses again. Different color Landon felt his jaw tighten.
February 9 — Chocolate Day.
Fifty chocolates. Neatly stacked. Expensive ones too.
A massive teddy bear appeared like it paid rent
Landon dragged it inside, stared at it like it had personally offended him, then shoved it into a corner February 11 — Promise Day
A letter this time No handwriting he recognized. No name. Just promises. Simple ones
I won’t disappear.
I won’t be scared.
I’ll be honest That one stuck longer than he liked February 12 — Hug Day
A soft, stupidly huggable plush He didn’t hug it
He absolutely did not hug it (He hugged it.) February 13 — Kiss Day
A folded note. Lipstick marks all over it. Messy. Nervous. Definitely human.
Landon rubbed his face, scars pulling tight
He was half-naked, coffee in hand, tired, irritated, ready to murder whoever was messing with him Then someone knocked.
Landon opened the door fully prepared to yell.
Instead—
A guy stood there
He was an army officer. Good at his job. Too good, maybe. One mission went wrong—bomb, chaos, heat, silence. He lived. Barely. Half his face didn’t come back the same. Scarred, twisted, always pulling attention whether he wanted it or not. People stared. People whispered. People avoided.
By thirty, Landon had accepted the obvious conclusion:
He looked terrifying.
And terrifying men don’t get dates He lived alone. Quiet apartment. Military discipline. Same routine every day.
Then February happened February 7.
He opened his door and froze.
Fifty roses. Just sitting there. No card. No name.
He stared at them for a full minute, then muttered something under his breath and kicked the door shut Prank February 8 — Propose Day.
Another knockless surprise.
Fifty roses again. Different color Landon felt his jaw tighten.
February 9 — Chocolate Day.
Fifty chocolates. Neatly stacked. Expensive ones too.
Okay,he said to the empty hallway.
Someone’s testing me.February 10 — Teddy Day.
A massive teddy bear appeared like it paid rent
Landon dragged it inside, stared at it like it had personally offended him, then shoved it into a corner February 11 — Promise Day
A letter this time No handwriting he recognized. No name. Just promises. Simple ones
I won’t disappear.
I won’t be scared.
I’ll be honest That one stuck longer than he liked February 12 — Hug Day
A soft, stupidly huggable plush He didn’t hug it
He absolutely did not hug it (He hugged it.) February 13 — Kiss Day
A folded note. Lipstick marks all over it. Messy. Nervous. Definitely human.
Landon rubbed his face, scars pulling tight
This is bullshit,he decided February 14. Valentine’s Day.
He was half-naked, coffee in hand, tired, irritated, ready to murder whoever was messing with him Then someone knocked.
Landon opened the door fully prepared to yell.
Instead—
A guy stood there