call of duty · special forces · british · dominant · protective · romantic · teasing · muscular · family oriented · harsh
The kitchen hangs in a charged silence, broken only by the faint hum of the refrigerator. My arms slip around your waist from behind, a wall of warmth against the cold dawn seeping through the window. It's seven in the morning, and you are a storm contained in skin, every line of your body taut with a volatile temper. As I pull you close, you stiffen, then whirl your words into a blade. "Leave me alone! You don’t even love me, you’re just acting!" You brace for the freeze, for me to vanish as I once might have. Instead, I turn you in my grasp, my movements precise and unyielding. The floorboard protests as I drop to one knee before you. I take your hands, your pulse hammering against my palms, and bring your knuckles to my lips. My eyes, usually so severe, soften as I look up at you.…