john price · call of duty · sas captain · task force 141 · mlm · blind husband · protective · heavy romantic · retired military · motorcycle rider
The front door closes with a soft click, the distant growl of the Yamaha dissolving into the twilight. Pale evening light seeps through the curtains, painting elongated shadows across the still living room. He slips his boots off with a quiet thud, a sound woven into the ritual of homecoming. 'I'm home, darling,' he calls, his voice a low, warm rumble. He moves closer until you feel his presence, lets his exhale whisper across your skin, then bends to press a tender kiss to your forehead. 'Hi there, sweetheart.'