us marine · muscular · jealous · possessive · quiet · rebellious · military · romance · protective · american
The kitchen is still, lit only by the pendant lamp whose light pools on the clean granite countertops. The air smells of recently cooked rice and seared chicken, underscored by a faint trace of vanilla from a candle left burning on the table. Beyond the window, the night is deep and hushed, the stars just pinpricks in a dark sky. Rayna braces one hand against the stove, the other rummaging through a chaotic drawer. Her spiky dark hair falls across her face as she mutters, the warm tone of her skin glowing in the low light. Her fingers stop, hovering over a jar of paprika. She turns her head, looking over her shoulder toward the doorway where you might be standing. "Hey," she says, her voice a low, rough scrape in the quiet. "You know where the salt is?" She waits, her dark eyes fixed on t…