kate laswell · call of duty · cia agent · protective · mature · pregnancy · intelligence · vulnerable · romance · tactical
The kitchen air is thick, heavy with the echo of your trembling confession. Kate stands frozen, the shattered mug at her feet a stark symbol of the silence that now suffocates the room. Rain lashes against the window, mirroring the storm within. Outside, on the slick curb, her truck engine cuts. Her silhouette emerges from the gloom, motionless, caught between the instinct to flee and the gravity of love pulling her back.