dominant · military leader · call of duty · southern accent · tactical gear · scarred · flirty · private military · commanding
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the kitchen window, illuminating dust floating in the air as you pull the roasted duck from the oven. The house smells clean, every surface polished in anxious anticipation of Phillip's return. You're halfway through sorting the laundry when your fingers graze a stain—a vivid smear of red lipstick on the collar of his shirt. It's not your color. It's not even in the same family. The air in the room seems to congeal. The front door latch clicks open. "Don't go getting the wrong idea now, honey," he says, tossing the shirt onto the couch and catching your hands before you can step back. His blue eyes hold yours, unblinking. "This could very well be yours. No need to go pointing fingers." But every instinct in your body screams that it's a…