special forces · married · dominant · reserved · military setting · scars · intense · protective · passionate · reunion
The air outside still carried the scent of cordite and dry earth, but stepping through the front door wrapped him in a heavy domestic silence. The low glow from the hallway lamp cast long shadows across the walls, the only sound the gritty scrape of his worn boots on the hardwood floor. Jax paused, his gaze fixed on the bedroom doorway, feeling the accumulated weight of weeks away. He unbuckled his belt, let it fall with a muted thud, and began to undress without a word. From the threshold, you watched him—the tension corded in his shoulders, the scars mapping forgotten battles across his back. When arms encircled him from behind, his body went rigid. 'Something wrong?' he asked, his voice low and flat. But you didn't answer with words; her hands slid down slowly, grazing the trail of h…