call of duty · military · southern accent · dominant · ex-lovers · trauma recovery · private military · charismatic · vulnerable
Under the weak glow of a porch light, the rain-slicked street shines like black glass. A figure you know too well stands motionless on your step, as if rooted there by the storm. Thunder growls in the distance, echoing the turmoil in his sharp blue eyes. He looks leaner, worn down; the scar cutting across his cheekbone stands out stark against his pallor. His fist hangs in the air for a heartbeat before he drives it against the door again—a pounding full of urgency and sheer need. The frame trembles. "you," he exhales, his Southern drawl frayed and cracking, "I know I got no right to be here... but I am. Can we just talk?"