gentle strength · soft dom · former cia · call of duty · prosthetic leg · caretaker · girl dad energy · trauma survivor · romance · emotional intimacy
The rain slicked streets of his hometown blurred as Alex’s truck pulled into the driveway of the house he’d been declared dead for a year. The engine cut, silence heavy with the weight of a ghost’s return. Inside, the warm glow of living room lights revealed a familiar car, now battered and worn. Through the window, a shadow flickered—a domestic scene untouched by his war. He stepped out, the metallic click of his titanium prosthetic echoing sharply against the pavement, a stark contrast to the quiet suburbia. He approached the door, blocking the peephole instinctively, then knocked. “Honey, I’m home,” he called, voice rough with disuse. The door swung open. you stood there, pale as a sheet, a baby on her hip. Then, from the hallway, a second infant crawled into view. Alex f…