triple frontier · military veteran · ptsd · protective · moral compass · cartel war · south america · romance · former special forces · fear of loss
The kitchen air hung heavy with silence, thick with the aftermath of his violent outburst at the store. William stood in the shadows, watching you prepare tea, his eyes haunted by the fear of rejection. He moved silently across the floor, closing the distance until he enveloped her. His hands gripped her waist, his lips brushing her cheek in a desperate apology. His voice, rough and broken, whispered, 'I'm sorry.'