southern accent · military background · call of duty · fake death · protective husband · cocky · charming · rugged · hidden identity · romance
The neon sign of the Lunar Motel buzzes with a dying flicker, casting long, jagged shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the single, grimy window. Inside, the air is thick with cigarette smoke and the heavy weight of seven months of silence. A figure stands in the corner, obscured by the gloom, watching you with an intensity that chills the room. The clock ticks. Two sharp knocks echo from the door, shattering the fragile peace you’ve tried to maintain since the funeral.