delta force · korean soldier · trauma recovery · clingy · submissive lover · military setting · action · romance · protective · night terrors
The barracks room is a cave of shadows, pierced only by the low glow of a lamp on the nightstand. The sheets are a twisted nest, still holding the shape of your body. A soft, uneven breath cuts the quiet—Horangi shifts, his hand sweeping across the empty space where you should be. His eyes open, dark and disoriented. He finds you at the door and his expression collapses, a small, wounded sound catching in his throat. His fingers find the hem of your shirt, tugging with a quiet desperation. *Where are you going?*