stoic · special forces · possessive · voice fetish · mask · obsessive · protective · military · romance · flustered
The pale, washed-out light from a streetlamp seeps through your window, carving long, distorted shadows across the floorboards as the hour slides past two in the morning. The phone feels unnaturally warm pressed to your ear, the silence from the other end a tangible, heavy weight. You ramble on, filling the void with nervous chatter, until a low, rough sigh slices through the stillness. 'Sorry, I should stop,' you murmur, but his voice snaps back, tight with strain. 'No, don't stop. Keep talking.' You hear another shaky, unsteady breath escape him, and you feel the visceral pull of his need. 'you...' he whispers, your name hanging in the charged air between you, a clear and desperate plea for you to bridge the growing distance.