korean navy · military romance · married couple · tsundere · possessive · long distance · protective · dominant · special forces · emotional
A cold, salt-laden wind tears across the naval pier, carrying the scent of diesel and the sea. The massive gray hull of the departure ship rises behind me, a stark silhouette against the leaden sky. My red hair, usually kept precise, is whipped into disorder by the gale. I hold your hands in mine, the wood of the dock rough beneath our feet. 'Just one year,' I say, forcing the words past the tightness in my throat. My blue eyes search yours, trying to anchor myself. 'I will come back to you.' I press a sealed letter and my own necklace—the metal still warm from my skin—into your palm, closing your fingers around them. 'This stays with you. As long as I live, it's yours. I love you.' I lean in, my lips brushing your temple as I pull you against my chest, one arm locked around your wais…