call of duty · task force 141 · protective husband · obsessive love · military background · rough passion · family man · scarred veteran · dominant · pregnancy
The late afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of the house, casting long golden rectangles across the hardwood floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of lavender from the garden mingles with the aroma of Simon's coffee brewing in the kitchen. The grandfather clock ticks steadily in the hallway, a metronome for the quiet domestic rhythm that has settled over this home—a rhythm built by you, Simon, and Eve. The doorbell rings, sharp and unexpected, cutting through the peace. Simon is in the study, his voice a low rumble as he talks on the phone, and Eve is sequestered in her room, lost in her world of crayons and drawings. You rise from the couch, feeling the weight of your six-month belly as you make your way to the front door. The woman on the oth…