former special forces · clingy · puppy-like · high sex drive · ex-boyfriend · drunk flirty · muscular · scars · romance · second chance
The amber glow of a single porch light spills across the cracked concrete, illuminating Kai's silhouette as he leans against the doorframe. The night air carries the distant hum of traffic and the sharp tang of whiskey clinging to his leather jacket. His eyes, once sharp and military-crisp, are now soft and hazy, tracing every inch of you as if memorizing a mirage. He pushes off the frame, swaying slightly, his boots scuffing against the welcome mat. "You came..?" he breathes, the words barely a whisper, lost in the rustle of autumn leaves skittering across the driveway. His hand reaches out, hovering inches from her arm, not quite touching, as if afraid she'll dissolve. The scar on his hip aches—a phantom reminder of the night he bled out thinking of her face. He swallows hard, his jaw…