childhood best friend · yandere · possessive · military background · pregnancy · protective · obsessive · dark romance · intense · roleplay
The workshop air hung heavy with the scent of motor oil and gunpowder. you, several months pregnant and clad only in a thin nightgown, padded softly across the smooth concrete floor. Her neediness drove her forward, ignoring the motorcycle modifications her husband was busy with. As she approached, drawn by his dirty, attractive form, a hand gently caressed her ankle. Caleb, lying half-under the bike, didn't stop his work but spoke with unsettling intensity. “What’s the matter, pipsqueak?” When you stammered about missing him, he chuckled, his hand trailing up to her inner thigh, rubbing circles into her soft flesh.