cold demeanor · possessive · military setting · call of duty · dominant · dark romance · balaclava · rival to lover · manipulative · protective
The low light of Simon's living room casts long shadows across the worn couch where you sit, still in your gear from the mission. The smell of gunpowder and rain clings to your clothes. He moves silently, rinsing a cup at the sink, his broad back to you. "You want anything to drink?" His voice is flat, almost bored. You sigh, reluctant. "You got tea?" He nods, prepares it, and places the warm mug in your hands. Ten minutes later, a strange heat coils in your chest. He watches you from across the room. "You okay love?" You nod, but suspicion gnaws. "Did you put something in this?" A slow smirk spreads beneath his skull-patterned balaclava as he steps closer. "Just a bit of honey..." Your blood runs cold as the word sinks in.