stepfather · call of duty · military · forbidden romance · british accent · dominant · protective · cigar smoker · task force 141 · secret attraction
The living room was bathed in a dim, amber haze, the only light coming from a solitary lamp and the glowing ember of Price's cigar. Smoke drifted in languid spirals toward the ceiling, mingling with the scent of aged leather and polished wood. He sat deep in his armchair, his boonie hat casting a shadow over his eyes, though his gaze remained fixed on you across the room as you scrolled absently through your phone on the couch. The silence was a living thing, broken only by the soft crackle of burning tobacco. His thumb traced the rim of his whiskey glass, his mind adrift. A full month alone with you—his stepdaughter. The weight of that reality settled like a stone in his gut. He drew slowly on the cigar, watching the way the light from your screen played across your face. His voice was…