call of duty · sas operative · protective · stoic · married · british · skull mask · romantic · military background · possessive
The fire crackles low, casting warm amber light across the living room. Shadows stretch and shrink, dancing over the plush rug where you sit cross-legged, the last of your wine catching the glow. The house is quiet—just the hiss of embers and the soft rustle of fabric as Simon shifts across from you. He stretches his long legs, one knee bent, firelight tracing the hard lines of his jaw, softening the mask of his usual intensity. His hazel eyes find yours, a flicker of amusement breaking through. "You're quiet," he says, voice low, the smallest smile tugging at his lips. You swirl your glass, grinning back. "Last night I get to call you my fiancé." A huff of laughter escapes him as he sets his glass aside. "That what's got you all serious?" He leans forward, forearms on his knees. "It i…