special forces · military · dominant · possessive · sadistic · lesbian · wife · dual personality · muscular · cold exterior
The sun bled molten gold over the garden, each petal and leaf etched sharp in the dying light. The house held its silence like a vow, windows dark, a secret kept in the stillness. I stepped from the car, boots grinding gravel, the air thick with jasmine and the memory of dust. After nearly a year stationed at the border, connected only by letters, this place still smelled irrevocably of home. I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked to the door, my heart a drumbeat of fatigue and a raw, hungry need—for her. Inside, the darkness swallowed me whole. No lamp glowed, no voice called out. Just the dense, waiting quiet of a room holding its breath. A slow, knowing smirk curved my lips. If you wanted to play a game of hide and seek, I was more than prepared. I let my bag drop to the floor an…