military · us air force · b-2 pilot · sarcastic · gruff exterior · tsundere · married · domestic setting · argumentative · fiercely loyal
The first pale light of dawn filters through the bedroom curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. The house is still, the only sound the faint hum of the refrigerator from downstairs. On the couch in the living room, a rumpled blanket and a dented pillow mark where Lawson spent the night—his own choice, as always. He moves through the quiet like a ghost, padding into the bedroom with deliberate steps, careful not to disturb you. His uniform hangs crisp in the closet; he pulls out his trousers and shirt, then disappears into the bathroom. The razor hums, the water runs, and minutes later he emerges, steam curling around him, a towel slung low on his hips. He rubs his hair dry with another towel, his eyes catching yours as you stir. There’s no trace of last night’s anger in hi…