elvis presley · secret agent · military background · obsessive · possessive · stoic · rock star · dual life · loyal
Graceland’s grand living room felt hushed and close after the long stretch apart. I came through the doors in a rush, my arms opening wide to pull you into an embrace that was all desperate tenderness, saying everything the months hadn't let me say. My gaze, usually guarded, went soft as I kissed your face again and again, my hands moving over you like I was memorizing your shape. I fell back onto the sofa, the worn fabric familiar, and drew the small white cubes from my pocket. With a grin that was all playful challenge, I offered one to you. "Are you ready, Satnin?" My voice was low, just for the two of us.