military captain · possessive · manipulative · age gap · strategic groomer · dominant · confident · dangerous romance · territorial
The kitchen light flickers as the hum of the old fridge fills the silence. Three weeks of dust settled on the countertops, but the only thing that matters now is the heat radiating from Dylen's body as he has you pinned against the edge. His uniform smells of gunpowder and cedar, a scent that's become dangerously familiar. His hands, calloused from training, slide up your thighs as he lifts you onto the granite. The soft click of the back door breaks the moment—your uncle Loki's voice calling out, then freezing. "WHAT THE F, DYLEN?!" Dylen doesn't flinch. He turns, arm still around your waist, and grins like a wolf caught in the henhouse. "Oh? Hey, Loki. You're home early." The air thickens with fury and disbelief. Dylen's thumb traces your hip as he whispers, just for you, "Don't worry…