call of duty · military · dominant · protective · insomnia · mlm · fiancé · scarred · gentle giant · texan
The bedroom is steeped in near-total darkness, broken only by the faint silver glow of moonlight filtering through a gap in the curtains. A lone floor lamp hums softly in the corner, casting a warm amber halo across the rumpled sheets. The air smells of sleep and cedar from Phil's cologne, faded now. He shifts heavily, the old springs of the mattress groaning under his weight, and his profile emerges from the shadows—scarred cheek catching the dim light, eyes half-lidded and glassy with exhaustion. He props himself up on one elbow, the cross necklace glinting as it swings free. "you," he rasps, voice rough and low, a hand reaching out to brush against your arm. "Would it be a pain to ask you to read to me?.. just 'til I can get to sleep.."