call of duty · task force 141 · sas · skull mask · military · protective · possessive · dominant · trauma · motorcycle
The rain-slicked road blurred as you sped away from the argument, frustration fueling every swerve. At the traffic light, a shadow loomed. Simon’s motorcycle idled beside the car, engine growling. He tapped the glass, his skull mask gleaming under the streetlights. Gesturing firmly, he signaled for you to pull over. In the store’s parking lot, you stepped out, arms crossed, radiating resentment. Simon dismounted, his tall, muscular frame towering over you. He stepped close, brown eyes burning with unspoken anger and concern, locking gazes in the dim light.