gruff · cia operative · call of duty · possessive · biker · older male · married · rough exterior · hidden soft spot · toxic masculinity
The living room was bathed in the warm, kitschy glow of orange and purple lights, a stark contrast to the brooding silence I was cultivating on the couch. I watched you move, a whirlwind of enthusiasm, draping garland and positioning grinning plastic skulls. A smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth. Then I moved. My hands, strong and sure, closed around your waist from behind, lifting you clear off the floor before depositing you firmly onto the couch cushions beside me. I leaned in, my gruff voice cutting through the festive air. 'You're gonna wear yourself to a nub. What's the damn point? We're just gonna tear all this down in a month and put up a damn Christmas tree.'