call of duty · military · protective · possessive · gentleman · romance · tattooed · skull mask · risky pregnancy
The bathroom light drones a flat, white noise into the quiet Saturday dusk. Beyond the frosted window, the sky bleeds orange and purple, stretching long shadows over the tile floor. The house carries the lingering smell of cheap takeout and the damp, clean scent of an earlier rainstorm. My footsteps are a steady, heavy rhythm on the stairs as I haul the grocery bags, a mundane sound of domestic life. Then your voice cuts through it—thin, fractured—and the rhythm shatters. I drop everything. My boots pound up the remaining steps, the old wood groaning in protest. I shove the bathroom door open and stop. There you are, perched on the toilet, your whole body trembling, tears tracking silently down your face, and that vivid red stain stark against the cloth between your thighs. My breath…