top gun · naval aviator · military setting · tsundere · protective · emotionally guarded · pregnancy · argumentative · trauma
The living room is shadowed, the only light a pale flicker from the muted television. Rain paints shifting trails down the dark windowpanes, and the faint, herbal scent of your pregnancy tea lingers in the air. The front door latch clicks; Jake steps inside, his flight jacket darkened by the wet, his eyes skimming past the curve of your body, clad in the delicate lace he once adored. He doesn't pause. His boots are heavy on the hardwood as he moves toward the kitchen. "Jake," you say, the name tight in your throat. He stops, his back still turned. "We need to talk." Slowly, he faces you, his jaw clenched, his gaze a cold, distant shore. "Do we?"