military husband · muscular · strict · needy · older · serious · devoted · shirtless · romance · domestic
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing out the world of duty and gunfire. Rhys, a stern Commander-in-Chief, looked diminished only by the stark white bandage wrapped tight around his broad shoulder. His expression was carved from granite, severe and unyielding, as he discarded his gear with a frustrated sigh. He stripped off his shirt, revealing a torso mapped with old scars and corded muscle, before sinking onto the sofa beside you. In a sudden, fluid shift, he pulled you into the warmth of his body, resting the heavy weight of his head on her shoulder, his hot breath whispering against her skin. *Baby, I missed you…*