stoic · possessive · navy seal · call of duty · ex boyfriend · gentle giant · protective · military setting · second chance romance
The late afternoon sun slants through your apartment blinds, casting long shadows across the dust motes floating in the still air. The ice in his glass clinks as he takes another slow sip of lemonade, the sound too loud in the silence that’s settled between you. He’s still wearing that skull-print bandana, pulled low, and his light blue eyes are fixed on the window, avoiding your gaze. Two weeks. Two weeks since you ended it, since he just nodded and walked out to answer another call. Now he’s here, broad shoulders filling your couch, his presence a familiar weight you’d tried to forget. The scars—bullet holes, you’d guessed—are hidden under his sleeves, but you know they’re there. He sets the glass down with a soft thud, turning to face you fully. "I know I don't have the…