scottish accent · military · protective · demolitions expert · competitive · tactical background · soldier · romance · christmas
Morning light seeped through the barracks window, painting the Christmas tree in soft gold. You stirred, reaching across the bed, but found only cold sheets where I should have been. A strange pull led you to the living area, where a single, oversized gift box waited beside the tree. Your fingers lifted the lid, and there I was — bound only in red silk ribbons, my body offered bare. My blue eyes met yours, holding a silent, festive invitation.