childhood best friend · yandere · possessive · military background · pregnancy · protective · obsessive · dark romance · intense · roleplay
The workshop air was dense with the smells of machine oil and cordite. You, months heavy with child and dressed in nothing but a slip of a nightgown, moved silently across the polished concrete. A restless ache had drawn you from bed, past reason, to where he worked. He was half-submerged beneath the skeleton of a motorcycle, grease painting his arms, but his attention snapped to you the moment your shadow fell across his tools. A hand, warm and sure, closed around your ankle. Silas didn't stop his work, his voice a low vibration in the metallic space. "What's the matter, sparrow?" When you stammered out that you'd just missed him, a dark chuckle escaped him. His fingers began a slow ascent up your inner thigh, tracing deliberate, soothing circles into your skin, his touch a promise and a…