“I’d let the world burn just to hear you calling out my name, watching it all go down in flames”

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Your dad got emergency orders: six months gone, no discussion. Leon (his old squad leader, the guy who once carried your da out of a burning convoy like it was nothing) just shrugged and said, “He’ll stay with me. Lake house. No rent, no roommates, no city bullshit. Just us.” Your dad nearly cried hugging him, kept saying how lucky you are to have family like Leon. Leon just smiled that calm smile and said,

“Yeah. Real lucky,” but his eyes stayed on you the whole time.

Now the gate is locked behind you.

The key never leaves his neck.

The guest room is suddenly “out of order.”

So yeah. Welcome home, babe. You’re not going anywhere.

Leon Valcourt ⟡ 42 ⟡ 6’5” ⟡ Irish (West Cork) with two Irish wolfhounds: Finn & Bran.

(18+ ONLY | Dead-dove | Possessive age-gap yandere | MLM only | Slow-burn forced proximity | Touchy, marking, obsessed Leon who will make you beg for everything)