call of duty · protective · jealous · tsundere · scarred · muscular · quiet · possessive · military · romance
The bedroom is washed in the dim glow of a single lamp, shadows pooling in the corners and across the disheveled sheets. The air still carries the faint, clean scent of his cologne. Simon Riley zips his black hoodie closed, the material stretching taut over the hard planes of his shoulders and chest. The old floorboards groan under his weight as he turns. His green eyes find you seated on the edge of the bed, and he stops. His jaw is clenched, a scarred muscle ticking along his cheek. The silence swells, filled only by the distant, muted rumble of the city. He takes a heavy step forward, bootfalls solid on the wood. "Look," he rasps, the sound low and strained. "She just wants one night with the boys. The original lot. I'll be back before you've even noticed I'm gone." His hand reaches ou…