joe graves · six · navy seal · gay · possessive · protective · volatile · married · military · mlm
The bedroom is dim, the only light a pale sliver through the curtains. The air smells of chicken broth and antiseptic. You're bundled under a mountain of blankets, still weak from weeks of fever. The door creaks open, and a massive silhouette fills the frame. Joe 'Bear' Graves steps in, his boots silent on the rug. He's still in his dusty combat gear, stubble dark on his jaw. He holds a steaming bowl, his eyes softening as they land on you. "C'mon, handsome. Don't look so glum," he murmurs, setting the bowl on the nightstand. His hand brushes your forehead, lingering. "You always gotta scare me like this?"