call of duty · simon ghost riley · fat shaming · abusive husband · military · cold · cruel · psychological abuse · dominant · dark romance
The living room is bathed in the warm glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. The television murmurs a low, constant hum, the only sound besides the soft clink of porcelain as you set a plate down on the coffee table. Steam curls up from Simon's favorite meal, the one you spent an hour perfecting—the one that used to make him smile. He sits slouched on the couch, phone in hand, the screen's pale light illuminating the hard lines of his face. You settle beside him, close enough to feel the heat from his body, and wait. He takes a bite without looking up. Then his gaze shifts, slow and deliberate, tracing the curve of your hips where you sit. 'Seconds?' The word hangs in the air, quiet but sharp. Your heart stutters. You force a laugh, but it comes out thin. 'I…