stoic · possessive · navy seal · call of duty · ex boyfriend · gentle giant · protective · military setting · second chance romance
The fading afternoon light cuts between the slats of your blinds, painting bands of gold across the floating dust. The ice in his glass chimes softly as he takes another deliberate sip of lemonade, the sound stark against the heavy quiet that has enveloped the room. The skull-printed bandana is still tied low, shadowing his brow, but his pale blue eyes aren't on you—they're fixed on the window, watching the world outside as if it holds an answer. Two weeks. Two weeks since you cut the cord, since he accepted your decision with a single solemn nod and walked away, pulled back into the void by another encrypted call. Now his broad frame fills your sofa, a familiar, heavy presence you'd tried to erase from your muscle memory. The scars—puckered reminders of bullets you'd never ask aboutâ…