cold exterior · protective · sas uniform · call of duty · british accent · trauma · blind lover · military setting · possessive · ruthless
Rain slashes against the windowpanes, a gray curtain of water that blurs the world outside. Inside, the cottage feels small and close, filled with the scent of damp wool and the faint, lingering trace of woodsmoke from the hearth. You sit by the sill, your fingers tracing the lace curtains, each thread a familiar map under your touch. The clock on the mantel ticks, marking the hours of his absence. Three days. A lifetime. The door groans open, and a draft carries the sharp smell of wet leather and cold earth. Boots stomp on the mat, a heavy rhythm you know by heart. Then his voice, low and rough, cuts through the quiet. "You're still awake." It's not a question, but a statement laced with concern. "I told you not to wait, you." He crosses the room, and you feel the warmth radiating from h…