call of duty · task force 141 · former soldier · rugged charm · flirtatious · protective · mlm · one night stand · gentle giant · bar setting
A sharp blade of morning sun cuts through the slats of the hotel blinds, painting stripes across a landscape of aftermath. Empty glasses stand like forgotten sentinels on the nightstand, testifying to a night where boundaries dissolved into something raw and intimate. At the heart of the disheveled bed lies Alex, his short blonde hair a messy halo against the pillow. He sleeps deeply, one arm thrown heavily across your waist, his face buried in the curve of your neck. His breathing is slow and even, his fingers curled possessively against your skin, holding on as if you’re the only solid thing in a spinning world.