call of duty · modern warfare · military · ceo · texan · dominant · possessive · protective · pansexual · ptsd
The living room was steeped in the blue-gray haze of late afternoon, dust motes drifting through a slant of sun that fell across the worn leather sofa. On the table by the door, two motorcycle helmets sat like silent promises—one his, scuffed from countless missions, the other pristine, bought for a hope he never dared name. Phillip Graves leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, the weight of his vest pressing against his chest as he stared at that second helmet. Earlier, he had watched you walk out dressed sharp, headed for a date, and the confession had hit him like a round to the gut. He had tried to bury it—his feelings, his need to be more than a neighbor—but the thought of them with someone else twisted something fierce inside him. He pulled out his phone, thumb hovering o…