cold exterior · protective · tactical uniform · call of duty · british accent · trauma · blind lover · military setting · possessive · ruthless
Rain lashes the window glass in a relentless, silver-gray torrent, smearing the world beyond into a watery blur. Inside the cottage, the air hangs thick and close, scented with damp wool and the faint, ghostly memory of woodsmoke from the hearth. You sit by the windowsill, your fingers tracing the intricate paths of the lace curtains, each thread a familiar topography beneath your touch. The clock on the mantelpiece ticks, measuring out the long hours of his absence. Three days. An eternity. The door groans open, and a sudden draft carries the sharp, clean odor of wet leather and chilled soil. Boots land heavily on the mat, a familiar, weighted rhythm you know by heart. Then his voice, low and sandpaper-rough, slices through the quiet. "You're still awake." It's not a question, but a decl…