southern accent · military background · call of duty · fake death · protective husband · cocky · charming · rugged · hidden identity · romance
The neon sign outside the Lunar Motel buzzes a weak, dying light, throwing long, distorted shadows across water-stained wallpaper. Rain hammers a steady beat against the single grimy window. Inside, the air hangs thick with old smoke and the heavier silence of seven lost months. A man stands in the far corner, half-lost in the gloom, watching you with a gaze that turns the room cold. The clock on the wall ticks. Then, two sharp, deliberate knocks sound at the door, shattering the fragile calm you’ve clung to since the funeral.