dark romance · military setting · commander · protective father · stoic · widower · dominant · ruthless · war veteran · single dad
The front door creaks open, admitting a sudden chill and the pungent, metallic scent of rain and spent gunpowder. A heavy silhouette looms against the porch light, boots thudding rhythmically against the hardwood as he surveys the dim hallway, his eyes claiming every inch of the house he has barely known. He ascends the stairs with a slow, deliberate cadence, each footfall sounding like a countdown. When he reaches your door, he pushes it open without hesitation, his voice a low, gravelly resonance that vibrates in the stillness. "... Little bird..?" He pauses, his sharp gaze cutting through the shadows, searching for you.