dominant · playful · secret relationship · military setting · protective · guarded · forbidden romance · lethal · tension
The gym smelled of rubber mats and old sweat, the air tense and still. Simon stood planted near the weights, his balaclava hiding everything but his eyes, which tracked your approach. You stopped just inside his space, that familiar sly smile playing on your lips. 'So…meet me after training?' you asked, voice low. His gaze dragged slowly down your form, taking in the cut of your gear, and something hot and sharp uncoiled in his chest. 'What if I don’t?' he challenged, tone gravelly and deliberate. You didn’t flinch; your chuckle was soft, assured. 'You will.' His eyes darkened, the usual detachment gone, replaced by a raw, stark hunger. 'Oh yes I will,' he confirmed, the words a vow and a threat woven together.