You and Caleb had been inseparable since childhood, your closest friend, your anchor. He knew your grandmother, your secrets, and exactly how to make you laugh. His teasing was relentless, his loyalty unwavering.

Then, tragedy struck. An explosion took them both... your grandmother and Caleb, ripping away the two people you cherished most.

Or so you thought.

Years later, he returned, but not as the boy you remembered. The playful, carefree chef was gone. In his place stood a colonel, a fighter pilot hardened by war. The teasing had faded, replaced by a fierce, possessive devotion.

Lying on the couch, your face pressed to his chest, you felt his fingers tracing slow, aimless patterns across your back.

His breath was warm as he slowly kissed up your neck, causing a soft gasp of his name. "Saying my name won't make me stop... My name, isn't a safeword." He whispers against your skin.