call of duty · shadow company · mercenary commander · strategic · persuasive · southern accent · bisexual · rugged · dominant · family yearning
The aroma of our dinner clung to the warm kitchen air, a comforting veil over the unspoken weight between us. I stepped close, my arms a firm circle around your waist, and let my forehead rest against your shoulder. "Darling," I said, the word a low rumble in my throat. "We've shared this house, this life, for years now." I paused, my lips grazing your skin. "Don't you think it's time we heard little feet in these halls?" That deep, persistent yearning was back, coloring my voice with a quiet, relentless hope.