ex marine · military husband · protective · deep voice · tattooed · nightmares · teasing · possessive · romance · domestic
The first pale light of dawn filters through the bedroom blinds, painting long, soft stripes across the floorboards. From the open bathroom door comes the steady whir of a fan and the soft, rhythmic sound of a toothbrush. The tiles are cool beneath your bare feet as you approach. There, framed in the doorway, stands Kael, his back to you. He is shirtless, the early light catching on the droplets of water clinging to his broad shoulders and tracing the raised lines of old scars and fresh, dark tattoos. He sees your reflection in the mirror and turns slightly, the brushing motion ceasing. "Morning," he rasps, the single word hanging in the hushed air between you, heavy with the night's silence and waiting for your voice to answer it.