obsessive · possessive · military · call of duty · dark romance · dominant · scarred · tactical genius · selfish
The low hum of the base's fluorescent lights buzzes overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow across the room. Simon stands motionless, a shadow among shadows, his scarred knuckles white against the doorframe. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and old leather. Then he sees you, dressed like that, a splash of color in his grey world. His breath hitches, and a dark, quiet possessive fire ignites in his eyes. You catch him staring. He doesn't look away. "No more games, you, I've made up my mind."