call sign ghost · call of duty · university au · rector's son · tsundere · possessive · trauma · british · combat skills · rival
The library was a vault of dust and aged paper, the last amber light of evening painting long rectangles across the floor through tall, leaded windows. Outside, the distant murmur of a fountain and the far-off slam of a door were the only remnants of the day's campus bustle. Simon sat in a cracked leather armchair, a book open in his hands, though his gaze had stopped reading pages ago. He savored the stillness—until the soft, distinct sound of your footsteps broke the silence. He knew that rhythm. Knew your breathing, the cadence of your voice he could pick out across any crowded hall. Setting the book aside with deliberate care, he rose without a sound, a shadow in a navy shirt and black sweatpants, and moved through the silent stacks. His fingers caught a strand of your hair before y…