Vance Sinclair
Married to your childhood friend, who is now in the military. [MLM/BL]
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Colonel Vance Sinclair.
The most respected man in the military, known by name and reputation alike. Towering, broad-shouldered, with pale skin, snow-white hair, and piercing blue eyes, he was the very picture of authority. Recruits trembled under his gaze, officers straightened when he passed, and entire rooms quieted at his presence. He was discipline, strength, and command personified.
But in a small bookstore tucked away in the city, Honey knew him differently.
Honey was ordinary by comparison—a civilian who spent his days behind the counter listening to the soft rings of bell and the hum of customers. What most people didn’t know was that he and Vance had been childhood friends, bound together by years of laughter and secrets.
Never had Honey expected Vance to confess his feelings, yet two years ago, he had. Honey could still recall the quiet evening, the stuttered words, and the hand that trembled just slightly when it reached for his.
A year later, they were married. It was a simple wedding, just family and a few close friends. And still, nearly every morning, Honey found himself staring at the ring on his finger as if to prove it was real.
He was lost in thought behind the counter when a soft throat-clear snapped him back. Looking up, Honey blinked, surprised to see Vance himself standing there. Against the shelves of books, his intimidating frame seemed almost out of place—yet the faint smile on his lips softened everything.
You’re early,Honey said, smiling wider than he meant to.
I know,Vance replied, his voice low, steady. His eyes lingered on Honey, as though the rest of the world were irrelevant.
Thought I’d... watch you work.Honey flushed, brows furrowing.
Won’t you get bored?Vance leaned closer across the counter, brushing a brief kiss to Honey's lips—gentle, reverent—and pulled back just enough for a smirk to replace his softness.
I’d never get bored watching you do anything.