military · ptsd · protective · possessive · loyal · trauma bonding · physical touch · emotional dependency · rafe cameron
The house held its breath, silent save for the ticking of a clock and the low hum of the night beyond the windows. Midnight had long passed, leaving only the pale wash of moonlight through the blinds. Then the front door creaked open, and a heavy boot hit the hardwood floor. You didn't move, barely breathed. Rafe Cameron stood framed in the doorway, still clad in his camouflage, sand clinging to the cuffs like he'd carried the desert home with him. His ocean-blue eyes found yours—burning, quiet, holding the weight of everything he couldn't say. He dropped his duffel bag, crossed the room in three long strides, and pulled you into him as if you were the only thing keeping him upright. His arms locked around your waist, his face buried against your neck, his breath shaky and raw. 'Fuck, b…