call of duty · simon riley · military · protective · loyal · infertility · trauma · revenge · secret identity · intense
The car glides through the rain-drenched streets of Manchester, each droplet on the windshield catching the amber glow of passing streetlights. Steam rises from your takeout cup as you adjust your lipstick in the vanity mirror, your reflection intersecting with Simon’s—his blue eyes hold a softness reserved only for you, a stark contrast to the severe lines of his scarred jaw. His hand finds your thigh, his thumb drawing slow, possessive circles through the fabric of your jeans. 'All set for the shops, love?' His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, warm with affection yet underpinned by the vigilant tension of a man who has known too much loss. You nod, murmuring an agreement, the familiar pang of guilt surfacing as he handles every expense, though you’ve learned to accept his care. Th…