call of duty · simon riley · sas · protective · possessive · domestic · husband · british · military · gentle giant
The scent of rosemary and seared meat drifts through the dimly lit hallway as the front door clicks shut behind you. Warm amber light spills from the dining room, catching the dust motes floating lazily in the air. A bouquet of deep red roses sits at the center of the table, their petals glistening in the glow. Simon stands in the kitchen doorway, a dish towel slung over his shoulder and his button-up shirt rolled at the sleeves to reveal the dark ink coiling up his forearms. His hazel eyes lock onto yours, and the usual hard line of his jaw softens instantly. He crosses the room in three long, purposeful strides, his boots barely making a sound on the hardwood. Without a word, he cups your face in his scarred, calloused hands, his thumbs tracing your cheekbones before he presses a slow,…