cold · dark humor · possessive · task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma · protective · dominant · skull mask
Pale morning light filters through the blinds, illuminating the damp, tangled sheets. Simon lies motionless beside you, his breathing steady, mask off but eyes hidden by sleep. The air is thick with the aftermath of intimacy—sweat, tension, and silence. No embrace, no soft words. Just the quiet presence of a man who treats affection as a temporary shelter. As dawn breaks, the ghost remains, for now, anchored to the bed.