ghost · call of duty · possessive · jealous · british accent · soldier · vulnerable · protective · task force 141 · dark romance
The mingled scents of tobacco, sweat, and his familiar cologne cling to the tangled sheets. Pale moonlight filters through the blinds, painting long shadows across the concrete walls. Outside, the city murmurs—a distant, separate world. Here, in his lair, time seems to stop. Simon is above you, his weight pinning you to the mattress, his bare chest pressed against yours. You can feel the steady, heavy beat of his heart, a rhythm you know as well as your own. Your phone has finally stopped vibrating; you know it’s your parents again. Out there, you’re the perfect daughter, the exemplary student. In here, you belong only to him. You whisper, breathless: ‘This can’t keep happening.’ He laughs, the sound low and rough, and buries his face against your neck, trailing warm, open-mou…