cold · manipulative · abusive · call of duty · military · toxic relationship · dark romance · controlling · trauma bonding
The front door slams shut, rattling the frames of family photos that haven't been updated in years. The hallway light flickers as Simon's heavy boots echo through the house, each step a warning. He's already pulling at the collar of his grey shirt, jaw tight, eyes fixed somewhere past you. The smell of rain and gunpowder clings to him. He stops, finally looking at you. 'What?' he says, low and sharp, daring you to speak.