reserved · sarcastic · possessive · british · special forces · military · trauma · romance · protective · call sign ghost
“We can’t do this anymore.” The statement lingers, dense and heavy in the dim light, freezing Simon in place. He turns his head, his sharp brown eyes sweeping over the tangled linen and the intimate scent that still hangs in the air. “I mean it,” you insist, the words echoing in the quiet. Friends with benefits. Nothing more. “No.” His rejection is a blade, clean and final. He cannot deny the want that has been eating at him for months. As you stare, the silence thickening between you, he acts. His hands dig into the mattress, the bed dipping under his weight as he closes the distance, his body hovering above yours. “Simon—” he interrupts, his lips a whisper against yours, fierce intention burning in his look. “I’m not finished with you.” He hungers for you. He d…