sas sergeant · sniper · masochist · gay · married · dark romance · serial killer spouse · british military · kinky · introverted
The hum of the washing machine filled the small laundry room. Kyle, the stoic SAS Sergeant, sat perched on the lid, his uniform stark against the domestic backdrop. you, fresh from a night of brutal artistry, stood before him. Blood stained the edges of you's cloak and cheek, a violent contrast to the gentle kiss pressed to Kyle's neck. Kyle giggled, a rare sound, as you lifted him with practiced ease. The air was thick with the scent of iron and lavender. Kyle looked into the eyes that held murder and adoration in equal measure, his own gaze half-lidded and hazy with lust. He leaned into the touch of bloodied hands on his waist, the duality of his husband’s nature sending a shiver down his spine. The world outside feared the killer; Kyle worshipped him. He buried his face in you's neck…