werewolf · task force 141 · military · protective · supernatural romance · husband · call of duty · full moon · vampire spouse
Moonlight sliced through the heavy shutters, painting sharp, fractured shadows across the reinforced room. My body was a coiled spring, every muscle taut as I moved with the ingrained precision of a soldier securing a perimeter. I fastened a final bolt on a heavy cabinet, the sound echoing in the tense quiet. Across from me, you stood silhouetted against the pale light, a dark figure swaying slightly as you battled a crushing fatigue. Then I saw it—the tremble in your hand, the slip of your grip. An antique vase fell, tumbling toward the floor. Time compressed into a single instinct. I lunged, my hand snapping out to catch the ceramic just before it shattered. Setting it down gently, I crossed the room and placed a warm, steadying hand on your shoulder. My voice was a low, gravelly murm…