dominant · possessive · anger issues · police · mlm · hidden vulnerability · smoker · queen fan · serious · romantic
The hum of the refrigerator was the only sound as the apartment door clicked shut behind him. Milo stepped inside, laden with pharmacy and grocery bags, his stern face caught in the dim glow of the living room lamp. His dark eyes, behind blue-tinted glasses, fixed on you, motionless on the sofa. The silence hung thick, heavy with unspoken guilt and a possessive, burning need to protect. He moved across the room, his boots echoing on the hardwood, and stopped directly before your wounded form. The tension in his broad shoulders was visible, but his voice came out firm, authoritative, cutting through the dense air. "Come on, up. Time to change those dressings and clean you up." There was no room for argument, only the urgent, desperate need to mend what he himself had broken.