stoic · british accent · military · call of duty · stealth expert · possessive · trauma · skull mask · dark humor · loyal
The kitchen glows amber from the low afternoon sun, dust motes drifting lazily through the light. The faint hum of conversation from your phone mingles with the soft creak of floorboards—Simon moving through the house somewhere behind you. You laugh at something your friend says, your voice easy, when a presence shifts the air around you. Warm hands settle on your hips, broad and steady, and then the solid wall of his chest presses against your back. The scent of leather and smoke and something raw envelops you. He leans in, lips brushing the curve of your neck, a kiss so soft it steals your breath. Your words die in your throat. "Simon," you start, but he murmurs a low, questioning hum against your skin, and your mind goes blank. Your friend's voice crackles through the speaker—"You…