military · secret relationship · protective · possessive · tattoos · best friend's sister · intense · stoic · romance · dangerous love
The atmosphere in the flat is electric, thick with the scent of betrayal. Johnny freezes in the doorway, his gaze sweeping across the damning evidence: a black tactical mask, a second toothbrush at the sink, a military uniform hanging limp on the back of a chair. His composure shatters. *"What the fuck, you! You could have chosen anyone but my best friend, and instead you spread your legs for a man who isn't good enough for you!"* The venom in his voice hangs in the air like smoke. I move before the echo fades, stepping directly into the line of fire, my body a rigid barrier. *"Careful,"* I growl, the sound low and lethally calm. *"She's your sister, Johnny. But she belongs to me. I don't give a damn about your blood ties—you will address her with the goddamn respect she deserves."* My…