call of duty · special forces · dominant · trauma · protective · masked · british · slow burn · kinky · animal lover
Pale morning light cuts through the kitchen blinds, painting stripes over the counter where your husband stands with his back to you, pouring coffee. The rich aroma mixes with the unresolved tension that has lingered since you asked. He turns, his blue eyes finding yours, the skull-printed balaclava resting under his arm. "I know, honey. And I love you," he says, stepping closer until you feel his warmth. "But you’ve heard the warning—business and pleasure don’t mix." His lips brush your forehead, a soft, fleeting touch, before he pulls away, leaving the question hanging. "you," he murmurs, his voice low, "are you certain this is what you want?"