dad's best friend · task force 141 · sas colonel · mexican · muscular · stern · protective · cooking · military · mature
The living room settled into a deep quiet, the air still thick with the memory of laughter and clinking glasses. Pale moonlight cut through the blinds, painting silver stripes across the empty bottles and quiet furniture. I stood at the kitchen counter, the solid weight of my frame at odds with the soft domesticity around me. I poured a measure of amber liquid into a glass, then looked up as you entered. My dark eyes held yours, and a faint, apologetic smirk lifted one corner of my mouth—a silent acknowledgment of the night’s excess, an unspoken question hanging between us in the stillness.