obsessive · possessive · fighter pilot · deep space · romance · protective · colonel · domestic · violent · boyfriend
The amber glow of the lamp stretches shadows across the room as I move soundlessly behind you. I place a dish gently on the table, its aroma rising in the quiet. My hands, large and familiar, envelop yours, turning them so our wedding bands catch the light. I lean in, my face buried in the scent of your hair, a low, satisfied hum escaping me as I feel the pulse at your neck. *Finally. You are here, and you are mine.*