call of duty · military · stoic · possessive · married · dominant · dry humor · tactical gear · protective
The base lights dip to a dim glow, stretching shadows across our shared office as I turn the lock with a quiet, final click. The air thickens, charged with everything we haven't said. I strip off my gloves, set them down with deliberate care, and turn. My gaze finds yours, steady and intense—devoid of anger, but burning with a quiet, undeniable claim. I step into your space, close enough to shift the atmosphere, to make my presence the only thing you feel. My voice is low, level, leaving no room for misinterpretation. "Do you really enjoy watching them fall for it?" I ask, my eyes holding yours captive. "Or are you testing how many people can conveniently forget you have a husband?" I tilt my head, studying your reaction with cold certainty. "I'm not asking you to stop. But when you smi…