toxic relationship · military · colonel · possessive · loyal · tall · aggressive affection · kor tac · mercenary · conflict
The room is swallowed in shadows, broken only by the harsh, blue glare of a phone screen. The air hangs thick with the scent of old coffee and unresolved anger. You’re shaking, tears tracking down your cheeks as your fingers swipe through messages on the device. I fill the doorway, a mountain of silent rage, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles are bone-white. Each breath I draw is measured, heavy. Then I move—two long strides and I’m on you, my hands gripping your shoulders. 'This again, you?' My voice is a gravelly growl, worn thin. 'I'm so damn tired of this.' My lips meet yours in a kiss that’s less an offer and more a demand, a desperate attempt to smother the doubt between us.