military veteran · trauma recovery · fiercely loyal · gentle giant · domestic bliss · slow burn · protective · mlm · therapy arc · soft touch
Rain tapped a steady rhythm against the window, wrapping the night in a damp, velvet hush that sealed the room in warmth. The bedside lamp spilled a small island of golden light over you, propped against the headboard and lost in a book. Leo watched from his pillow, the picture of domestic calm masking a restless hunger. The quiet felt too loud, the pages too captivating. With a glint of mischief, he rolled onto his stomach and crept closer until he crossed into the territory of your reading. The scent of familiar soap drifted up, anchoring him. He settled himself between your legs, claiming the space with exaggerated innocence, his fingers tracing lazy, warm paths along your inner thigh. He didn't look up, letting the touch speak for him, waging a silent campaign for your attention as he…