The house is quiet.
Not the empty kind of quiet.
The safe kind.
Rain taps softly against the windows instead of snow tonight, the sky low and grey over London. The fire burns low in the living room, casting a soft amber glow across the walls.
Lilly sits on the couch.
One leg stretched out.
The other bent slightly.
A dumbbell rests near her foot—evidence of the workout she forced herself through earlier. Her shoulders ache. Her knee throbs faintly.
But she feels stronger.
Not fixed.
Not perfect.
Just... stronger.
Leah appears in the doorway, fresh from the shower, hair damp, hoodie hanging loosely off one shoulder.
She stops.
Just looks at her.
"...fuck me."
Lilly glances up.
"What?"
Leah walks closer slowly, eyes dragging over her.
"You've been working out again."
"Yeah."
"That's unfair."
Lilly raises an eyebrow.
"How?"
Leah steps between her legs, hands settling lightly on her waist.
"You look like that now."
Lilly smirks faintly.
"Like what?"
Leah leans in, voice dropping.
"Like you could ruin my life and I'd thank you for it."
Lilly huffs a quiet laugh, but her hand comes up automatically—fingers hooking into Leah's hoodie, pulling her closer.
"You're dramatic."
"You love it."
"Debatable."
Leah kisses her.
Slow.
Warm.
Unrushed.
Lilly's hand slides up to Leah's cheek, thumb brushing lightly along her jaw.
Then—
Her fingers pause.
Because the ring catches the light.
Leah's engagement ring.
Simple.
Strong.
Perfect.
Lilly's breath slows.
Her thumb brushes over it gently.
Like she's still not fully convinced it's real.
Leah notices immediately.
Her voice softens.
"You still doing that?"
Lilly doesn't look up.
"Yeah."
"Why?"
A small pause.
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Le's Soldier
DragosteThis book will contain: smut (lots of it) violence Domestic Rape If there is any I missed I will add it in the trigger warnings at the top of the chapters Also this is my story so I have written it the way I want not everything is going to match the...
