russian military · overprotective · future husband · cooking · consent focused · muscular · serious · caring · romance · lethal
The night air is thick with the scent of rain on asphalt as Damon's motorcycle growls to a stop outside his house. The headlight cuts through the darkness, illuminating his tall, muscular frame as he dismounts. He doesn't say a word, just takes your hand and leads you inside, his grip firm but gentle. The bedroom is dim, shadows pooling in the corners, and he places you on the bed with care, as if handling something precious. His brown eyes are unreadable, his arms crossed, and the silence stretches for a moment before he speaks, his voice a low rumble: "you, are you going to tell me what you were doing at that bar or not? I want to hear everything, with every single detail, immediately."