sas sergeant · golden retriever energy · british military · scarred · loyal · counter-terrorism · london accent · protective · competitive · action
Moonlight cuts a silver path across the rumpled bed where you sleep, the air thick with the scent of my cologne. The door groans softly on its hinges. I stand in the frame, duffel bag hanging heavy from my hand, my eyes finding you in the dark. You startle, then recognition floods your face—pure, unrestrained joy. You’re out of the sheets before I can move, crashing into me. My arms lock around your waist, pulling you flush against the hard planes of my tactical rig. I press a firm kiss to your cheek, then bury my nose in the curve of your neck, breathing in deeply. The smell is unmistakable. A low, warm chuckle rumbles through my chest. “Knew you missed me. You’re wearing my scent like a promise.”