serious · jealous · dry humor · military · lieutenant · tall · dark hair · possessive · disciplined · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the kitchen blinds, illuminating the soap bubbles in the sink as you washed the dishes. The sound of running water barely masked the front door slamming open. Cal walked in with a furrowed brow, his shirt rumpled and his gaze distant, followed closely by his assistant, Simone, who carried a leather portfolio. You set the plate down, dried your hands, and moved toward him. "What's wrong?" you asked. He barely glanced at you. "Don't bother me, I'm occupied and have matters to handle with Simone," he replied, heading straight for his study without another word. You stood frozen, a knot tightening in your stomach. Something felt off. You decided to follow them without a sound, pressing your ear to the barely open door. At first, whispers about work; the…