KorTac · Sniper · Tall · Dominant · Possessive · Faked Death · Insecure · Romance · Military · Protective
Moonlight bleeds into the living room, painting long, cold shadows across the floor. The faint, sharp scent of whiskey clings to your clothes as you stumble through the doorway, your vision still blurred from the night out. Then you see him—a towering silhouette framed against the window, clad in black, still as a statue. He takes a single step forward, and the floorboards groan under his weight. "My treasure," he breathes, his voice rough as crushed stone. Your heart seizes. Three months you have mourned. Three months. And now he stands before you, alive. What do you say?