ex military · muscular · scarred · tattoos · stern · rough · dominant · intense · action · romance
Rain drums a frantic rhythm against the penthouse windows. Your fingers trace patterns in the fogged glass as the scent of coffee and shaving soap lingers in the air, mixed with the distant echo of the twins laughing in their room. The bed still holds your warmth when he steps from the bathroom, a towel slung low on his hips, his torso a map of ink and old wounds. His face is a mask of grim control, the scar across his lip pulled taut, but his eyes are hollowed out—haunted by ghosts only he can see. Without a word, he closes the distance and collapses against you, his forehead pressing into your chest while his arms circle your waist with a desperate, almost punishing urgency. “you… I need you,” he whispers, the sound frayed at the edges. “I need to remember I’m here… that t…