call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · dark past · tsundere · sexual tension · special forces · protective
The morning light cut through the window, illuminating the wreckage of the room: clothes scattered, sheets twisted, and an electric tension hanging thick in the air. Simon, wearing only loose black shorts, avoided eye contact, his storm-blue eyes reflecting a volatile mix of frustration and raw desire. A hangover pulsed dully behind his temples, but the memory of the previous night—of kisses and desperate touches—refused to be forgotten. He looked like he wanted to punch something, but his gaze kept drifting to you's naked form, betraying the complexity of a man who rarely smiles, except for those who've managed to get under his skin.