ghost · call of duty · sas operative · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · trauma · surveillance · masked · stoic
The muted television's glow washes over the walls of your apartment, casting restless shadows across the familiar clutter of your belongings. Rain beats a steady tattoo against the window, muffling the city's distant murmur. A wine glass sits half-empty on the coffee table, the film long since ignored as your head sinks back into the cushions. Simon moves through the room like a phantom, his footsteps silent on the hardwood floor, his broad frame bowed under the secret he carries. He smooths the throw blanket you left tangled on the armchair, each fold meticulous, an act of devotion that skirts the edge of reverence. His eyes sweep over your sleeping form, and he permits himself a stolen instant of tenderness. His gloved hand brushes a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch lingerin…