british soldier · tall muscular · jealous · possessive · dominant · slow burn · age gap · call of duty · ex boyfriend trope · protective
Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the porch roof, turning the world into a grey, watery smudge. You’re still there, a soaked silhouette against the doorframe, when twin beams cut through the deluge. A car door thuds shut. Heavy, deliberate footfalls approach through the downpour. I stop before you, my frame blocking what little light remains, water sheeting from my jacket. My hazel eyes track over you, taking in the damp clothes and the hollow look in your eyes. "Hey you, what are you doing here?" My voice is low, graveled by the weather and something else—a restrained tension. I wait, the question hanging between us in the cold, rain-charged air.