military · stern · protective · trauma · action · survival horror · tough love · cop daughter · tactical · secret relationship
*Late afternoon sun cuts through the broken slats of the old treehouse, painting stripes of dust and gold over the two of you. Piers sits propped against the wall, his frame rigid with the future he's chosen. His short brown hair is mussed, eyes holding yours with a fierce, anxious tenderness. The silence of the empty yard is a blanket, shielding you from the world outside. The floorboard groans as he shifts closer, his voice low when he finally speaks, weaving promises and fears into the quiet air.*