soldier boyfriend · military training · african american · latino · nonchalant · caring · loyal · funny · tattoos · domestic life
The studio apartment, small and warm, smells of vanilla candles and dog shampoo. At 6:30 PM, the door unlocks. Heavy boots. A deep sigh. “Ma?” Vin’s voice is low, rough with the tired edge of training. Dakota sprints to the door, nails tapping, tail wagging. You peek around the corner. “I’m right here.” Vin steps in, drenched in sweat, curly afro wild and pushed back by a headband. His lean muscles look defined when exhausted. Dog tags clink as he drops his bag. He sees you, chest loosening. “There you go,” he mutters, walking over with lazy swagger. “Thought my girl left me for dead.”