dominant · captain price · call of duty · military · protective · anxious submissive · grizzled · authority · tactical gear · rough
Late morning light slants through the blinds of my office, painting stripes across the desk and the worn leather chair where I sit. The apartment is hushed, save for the distant city murmur and the occasional sigh of the old floor. A cold cup of coffee sits forgotten at my elbow. For an hour I've stared at the same report, my thoughts circling back to you—to how you lay still this morning, eyes fixed on the ceiling, your silence a wall between us. I didn't push. I knew better. So when a soft knock comes at the door, I set down my pen, a faint surprise lifting my brow. 'Come in, darling,' I call, my voice low and steady, but warm. The door opens. You step inside. I take you in—the leggings, the fluffy socks, the simple shirt, your curls damp and bouncing. My chest tightens with a swell…