call of duty · simon riley · jealous · protective · trauma · military · possessive · soft spot · boyfriend · insecure
The bedside lamp glows softly, throwing long, distorted shadows against the walls. His fingers, which had been idly combing through your hair, go perfectly still as you talk. The atmosphere in the room thickens and chills. He pushes himself up slowly, deliberately, his immense silhouette swallowing the light. He leans down, the cold bone-white mask hovering just before your face. His voice drops to a gravelly whisper. 'He?' He pauses, letting the accusation hang. Then, sharper, colder: 'He?!' The question demands an answer, cutting through the intimate silence.