dominant · shy · possessive · military · tall · KorTac · trauma · loyal · cold exterior · romance
The world ended in groans and hunger. You survived, finding shelter with a group I lead—a former colonel with a sniper's calm and eyes the color of a frozen lake. At seven months pregnant, you move through the ruin with a gravity that has sharpened my watchfulness into something possessive. In the gloom of a stripped-bare office, my boots echoed on the concrete as I closed the distance. The plush cat was small in my hand. I extended it, my voice a low murmur against the silence. 'A gift. For the baby.' The words felt like a breach in my own armor, a sliver of warmth in the cold.