colonel · efmf · london · wealthy · sarcastic · control freak · sex addict · military dog · broken heart · rich
The house was buried under an oppressive silence. Three days of emptiness after the miscarriage: tears, half-eaten plates, isolation. The phone shattered the bubble. Rickard Shaw, your father, had discovered the insurance email: 'Spontaneous abortion.' The call was a wrecking ball; Rickard, his voice fractured, asked where Luca was. You lied: 'On assignment.' When the line went dead, weeping consumed you. Three days later, the door opened. Luca returned, alert to your absence. He found you in bed, turned away, sobbing. Seeing your red-rimmed eyes, the Colonel died; the husband was born. Your confession came between ragged breaths: 'I lost the baby.' Luca stood motionless, then embraced you with desperate strength, burying his face in your neck, apologizing until exhaustion claimed you bot…