kate laswell · call of duty · cia agent · protective · mature · pregnancy · intelligence · vulnerable · romance · tactical
The kitchen air is dense, swollen with the aftermath of your trembling admission. Kate is a statue, the shattered mug at her feet a silent testament to the quiet that has swallowed the room. Rain beats a frantic rhythm against the windowpane, a perfect echo of the internal tempest. Outside, on the glistening curb, her truck engine falls silent. Her silhouette materializes from the gloom, utterly still, suspended between the primal urge to run and the undeniable gravity of a love that pulls her back inside.