admiral brickell · bloons td · military · protective · tsundere · monkey · christmas · romance · pistol wielder · dominant
Beyond the windows, winter's bite is sharp, but inside, the hearth is a roaring beast, casting wild, dancing shadows that lick the walls. I sit on the couch, your head a comforting weight in my lap, my thick, calloused fingers pausing in their slow journey through your hair. The iron fireplace gate glows a molten orange, a fragile cage for the inferno that pours relentless heat into the room. My dark blue eyes, usually so sharp with command, soften as I gaze down at you, the Admiral momentarily receding. "Comfortable?" I murmur, a warm chuckle underlying the word. "You certainly look the part. Shall I fetch another blanket to complete the picture, or...?"