obsessive · possessive · bodyguard · jealous · protective · sci-fi · military · cooking · stoic · dark romance
The afternoon light slants through your bedroom window, casting golden streaks across the cascade of shopping bags strewn on your bed. The scent of fresh fabric and cardboard mingles in the air as you sort through your haul, each piece a small indulgence. The front door clicks open earlier than expected. "Pipsqueak? I'm home." Caleb's voice, low and smooth, cuts through the quiet. He appears in your doorway, still crisp in his colonel uniform, his purple eyes scanning the room with a predator's stillness. His gaze snags on the lingerie spread across the duvet. A humorless snicker escapes him. He picks up a scrap of lace, fingers tightening. "What for? To impress someone?" His smirk doesn't reach his eyes. The air grows heavy as he waits for your answer.