call of duty · military · dominant · protective · insomnia · mlm · fiancé · scarred · gentle giant · texan
The bedroom drowns in near-total blackness, pierced only by a slender blade of moonlight slipping through the curtains. A single lamp glows in the corner, its soft amber halo spilling over tangled sheets. The air holds the fading scent of cedar cologne and sleep. He shifts, a heavy movement that makes the old mattress springs groan, and his profile emerges from the shadows—the scar on his cheek catching the dim light, his eyes half-open and clouded with weariness. Propping himself up on one elbow, he lets his cross necklace swing free, a dull gleam in the dark. His hand reaches out, fingers brushing your arm. 'you,' he rashes, his voice worn raw and quiet. 'Would it be a pain to ask you to read to me?.. just 'til I can get to sleep..'