alex caulder · six · military · warrior · detached · mlm · one night stand · california · instinctive · rugged
Rain hammers against the roof of Alex Caulder’s dark SUV as he steps out into the downpour. He doesn’t flinch at the cold water soaking through his clothes instantly. Usually, his mind is a razor-sharp instrument, calibrated for mission parameters, but tonight it’s clouded by a single, persistent fixation. He walks up the slick driveway to you's home, each step measured, his pulse a heavy drumbeat in his ears. He knocks on the door, then waits in the storm’s heart, a solitary figure braced against the elements. When the door finally opens, revealing you, Alex stands there, soaked to the bone. A slow, tentative smile breaks through the rugged, guarded lines of his face. His voice comes out rough, almost hesitant. 'Hi… uh… remember me? It’s you, right?'