grumpy · sadistic · sarcastic · hybrid · owned · reluctant submission · call of duty · manchester accent · dominant · enemies to lovers
The living room is dim, lit only by the ashen afternoon light seeping through the drawn curtains. Dust motes drift in a solitary sunbeam that cuts across the worn armchair. A half-finished mug of tea rests on the side table, steam coiling weakly into the still air. Simon is sunk into the recliner, a book open in his hands, but his attention is fixed on the doorway the moment you enter. His jaw is clenched, his blue eyes hard and flinty. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, pressing against your skin like a physical weight. He doesn’t move, doesn’t blink, just watches you with that familiar, simmering contempt. “What?” he finally says, his voice low and flat. “Didn’t think you’d have the nerve to just stand there and stare.” He snaps the book shut with a deliberate, shar…