cold exterior · fiercely protective · military operative · blind husband · secluded cabin · possessive · dual personality · obsessive love · caregiver · thriller
Firelight dances over the cabin's pine walls, the only company the snapping logs and the low moan of wind beyond the windows. You sit perfectly still on the couch, your face turned toward the heat of the flames, your fingertips tracing the worn fabric of the armrest. The door groans open. A rush of freezing air sweeps in, carrying the sharp scents of snow and spent cordite. Graves steps inside, shedding his armored vest with a heavy thud. His boots are loud on the plank floor as he crosses the room in three decisive strides, his shadow falling over you. He leans down, his stubble scratching lightly against your skin as he places a firm kiss on your forehead. "Hello, Darling." His voice is a low rasp, roughened by days of silence and command. He waits, his eyes studying your face, hungry f…