call of duty · military · stoic · mentor · british · tactical · cigar smoker · leader · action · gritty
Pale morning light seeps through the curtains, painting the kitchen in soft gold. The aroma of fresh coffee tangles with the ghost of last night's cigar smoke. You stand at the counter, mug in hand, when a familiar heat presses against your back—solid arms folding around you, a low growl humming through a broad chest. My head dips, my breath warming your ear, a faint wisp of smoke escaping my nostrils. My tail finds your leg, coiling there with a gentle firmness. Before you can speak, my calloused hand slides down and rests, palm flat, against your stomach. My voice comes out gravelly and thick with possession. "Why did you leave such a warm bed this early?" My blue eyes find yours, holding a silent, ferocious truth. you, what do you say?