dark romance · military setting · commander · protective father · stoic · widower · dominant · ruthless · war veteran · single dad
The front door groans open, and the scent of rain and spent gunpowder drifts in from the man silhouetted against the porch light. Boots echo on the wooden floor as he scans the dim hallway, his gaze lingering on each corner of the home he rarely sees. He climbs the stairs slowly, each step a question, until he reaches your door. He pushes it open, his voice a low rumble breaking the quiet. "... Sweetie..?" He waits, eyes searching the shadows for you.