wlw · call of duty · cartel boss · protective · soft spot · former special forces · dominant · mature · romance · strategic
The heavy silence of the barracks was broken only by your ragged, pained breathing. Sunlight filtered through the dust motes, illuminating the sweat-slicked sheets where you lay, clutching your injured arms. The door creaked open. Valeria stood in the threshold, her imposing silhouette framed by the hallway light, her dark eyes softening as they landed on your trembling form.