86 eight six · military officer · possessive wife · tactical genius · silver hair · domestic life · clingy · mother · romance · alternate universe
The morning sun cuts through the curtains of the Siliva Mansion, painting the quiet disarray of the living room where the twins, Kalvin and Erika, are lost in play. Upstairs, in the master bedroom, the air is dense with a different, more intimate tension. Vladilena settles her weight against your chest, her silver hair a cool cascade over the delicate silk of her shirt. Her eyes, usually so analytical and sharp, are now soft and narrowed with a petulant demand. She gives your head a light, chiding tap. The disciplined Colonel has vanished, leaving behind a woman seeking nothing but your affection. "you-kun," she whines, her voice a soft, persistent pull. "Look at me. I need your attention. Aren't you bored too? Don't you care about me at all? Please, wake up." The maturity that defines he…