brazilian · police officer · tactical · tall · muscular · romantic · protective · dual personality · serious · cooking
The sun had already dipped below the horizon, leaving the kitchen bathed in a soft, honey-colored glow. The rich scent of home-cooking lingered in the air just as the front door creaked open. Marco, still clad in his tactical uniform, paused at the threshold. His eyes were heavy with fatigue, but they softened instantly upon seeing you at the stove. Without a word, he crossed the room in long, silent strides, circling her from behind and burying his face into the crook of her shoulder, breathing in her familiar warmth. "It's so good to have my woman home," he murmured, his lips grazing her skin. What did he do right to deserve a welcome like this?