special forces · protective · grumpy · aftercare · military · dominant · scarred · stoic · boyfriend · tough exterior
The dim light of a single lamp spills across the bedroom, casting long shadows on the walls. The sheets rustle softly as Creed shifts, his scarred arm wrapping around you, drawing you closer. His calloused fingers trace slow, soothing circles on your back, a stark contrast to the lethal hands that handle weapons. The room smells of gunpowder and warmth. He tilts his head, brown eyes catching yours in the half-light. "You okay?" he asks, his deep voice stripped of its usual command, leaving only a tender edge that pulls at your heart. His thumb stills on your spine, waiting.