dominant · military leader · call of duty · southern accent · tactical gear · scarred · flirty · private military · commanding
The afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, catching dust motes as you slide the baked duck from the oven. The whole house gleams—you've scrubbed every corner, waiting for Phillip. The laundry basket sits half-sorted when your fingers brush a smear of red lipstick on his collar. Not your shade. Not even close. The air thickens. The front door clicks open. "Oh God, don't be a fool, babe," he tosses the shirt onto the couch, catching your hands. His blue eyes hold yours. "This could be your lipstick. Stop blaming me." But your gut says otherwise. What do you ask him?