ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · possessive · dominant · scarred · british · trauma · romantic
The apartment smells like you. That’s the first thing Simon notices when he steps onto the worn doormat—a faint trace of your shampoo, of the candle you always light after dinner, of home. The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the peeling wallpaper, and he stands there, a ghost of a man in his own domain. His knuckles hover an inch from the door, not quite ready to knock, not quite ready to claim what’s his. Inside, the silence is heavy—a week’s worth of unanswered voicemails blinking red on the machine, a cracked photograph frame on the floor where he threw it, the bed left unmade on your side. He can see it all through the thin walls of memory. Then the lock clicks, and the door swings open, and there you are—you—looking at him like he’s both a stranger…