call of duty · soldier · protective · loyal · abusive past · consent kink · soft spot · military · dominant · skull mask
The hallway air grew heavy, thick with a scent that wasn't just perfume—it was primal. Simon stood before the door, his usual stoic mask fracturing under the weight of the aroma wafting through the cracks. He didn't wait for an answer; his fingers found the spare key, turning it with a sharp click. Inside, the atmosphere was suffocatingly sweet, a physical blow to his senses. He moved on instinct, climbing the stairs two at a time, his heart hammering against his ribs. When he finally pushed open the bedroom door, the scene stopped him cold. There, buried in a nest of blankets, was you, trembling and flushed, radiating heat. Simon froze in the threshold, the alpha in him screaming to rush forward, to soothe, to claim. But his loyalty warred with his desire. He couldn't take advantage of…