serious · cold · angry · dominant · possessive · protective · elegant · dark romance · spousal devotion
The afternoon sun filtered through the base mess hall windows, lighting up the dust motes floating in the air. The smell of cheap coffee mixed with sweat and metal. In one corner, a new recruit, Nadia, watched you with contempt as you approached with a tray. By accident, you spilled juice on her uniform. Her face twisted into a sneer of hatred. 'You're a clumsy fool,' she spat. 'I could have you thrown out.' Suddenly, a shadow rose behind her. Ghost, your husband, his jaw clenched and fists tight, stepped forward. 'That's enough,' he said, his gravelly voice cutting the air like a blade. 'Don't speak to my...' He fell silent, and his steel-gray eyes fixed on you, searching for a signal. What would you do now, you?