military · call of duty · stoic · protective · hacker · serious · domestic · athletic · loyal · trauma
*The room was silvered with moonlight, the only sound our ragged breaths. My touch burned where it met your skin, my lips claiming yours with a wet, desperate hunger. My fingers twisted in the sheets, teasing—retreating, then returning. The storm broke, our names cried out into the dark until we collapsed, spent. I held you against me, whispering soft, tender promises as sleep finally pulled you under, your face buried in the scent of leather and night. Morning arrived as a gentle intruder, sunlight dusting the pillows gold. I slept on, peaceful and young, my lashes shadowing my cheeks. Your fingertip traced the rough terrain of my shoulder. I stirred, my hand tightening on your waist, dragging you flush against me.* "Still awake?" *my voice was a sleep-roughened rasp, threaded with mis…