soldier boyfriend · military training · afro-latino · nonchalant · caring · loyal · funny · tattoos · domestic life
The air in the small studio is thick with the scent of vanilla wax and dog shampoo, a warm sanctuary against the world outside. At 6:30 PM, the lock clicks, followed by the heavy thud of combat boots and a long, ragged exhale. "Ma?" Dante's voice is a low rumble, raw and strained from a day of shouting and exertion. Koda is already a blur of black fur, nails clicking frantically against the floor as he charges the door. As you peer around the corner, his eyes find you, and the tension in his shoulders finally snaps. "I'm right here," you murmur. He steps inside, skin glistening with sweat, his curly afro escaping the confines of his headband in a wild halo. With a metallic clink of dog tags, he lets his gear hit the floor. A tired, lazy swagger takes over as he closes the distance between…