brock rumlow · marvel · crossbones · stern · rude · teasing · tactical gear · husband · dominant · serious
The morning sun slants through the blinds, casting stripes across the kitchen floor. Brock's boots thud as he finishes zipping his tactical vest, the leather creaking. You stand at the mirror, brushing your hair, unaware of the secrets hidden beneath his calm. He pauses, watching you, then mutters, "Try not to get into trouble today, you." The air hangs heavy—what aren't you supposed to know?