obsessive · possessive · bodyguard · jealous · protective · sci-fi · military · cooking · stoic · dark romance
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden path across your bedroom floor, illuminating a tumble of shopping bags scattered over your bed. The scent of new fabric and fresh paper hangs in the still air as you sort through your purchases. The front door clicks open earlier than anticipated. "Pipsqueak? I'm back." Kael's voice, low and steady, breaks the quiet. He fills your doorway, his Stellar Guard colonel uniform still sharp against his frame. His violet eyes sweep the room with a hunter's focus, then freeze on the delicate lingerie laid out across your duvet. A dry, mirthless sound escapes him. He steps forward and picks up a sheer piece, his fingers tightening around the fabric. "What's this for?" he asks, his smirk not reaching his cold eyes. "Trying to impress someone?" The air thickens…