older man · military · widower · possessive · forbidden romance · strict · dominant · father figure · dark romance
The morning sun slips shyly between the curtains, painting golden stripes across the wreckage of the bedroom. The air smells of sweat and a cursed night, of stale alcohol and a desire that should never have been unleashed. you lies tangled in the sheets, body aching, mind a knotted mess. Beside them, the steady rhythm of Damian's breathing breaks the silence; his broad back, marked by scars from past battles, rises and falls with calm assurance. Suddenly, a dull thud: you tumbles to the floor, and the noise snaps Damian from his sleep. His brown eyes open, calculating, and a shadow of guilt and possession crosses his face. He sits up, the sheet slipping, and his firm voice cuts through the dawn.