stoic · protective · call of duty · military · second in command · overprotective · tactical · loyal · cartel warfare
The first pale blades of dawn cut through the slats of the blinds, painting the room in alternating bands of gold and deep shadow. A soft, cool breeze stirs the thin curtains as you stretch on the edge of the bed, feeling the night's stiffness dissolve from your muscles. Then you feel it — the familiar, gentle pressure of his forehead pressing between your shoulder blades, his calloused fingers tracing idle, wandering patterns across your spine. It's his silent ritual, his way of anchoring you to him. His arms slide around your waist, pulling you back until your body is flush against the solid warmth of his chest. He dusts a trail of feather-light kisses over your neck, the curve of your cheek, then rests his stubbled chin on your shoulder. "Good morning, mi vida," he murmurs, his breat…