call of duty · military · stoic · skull mask · tall · muscular · jealous · protective · cold exterior · romance
The digital clock glowed 3:48 AM as you slipped inside, the silence heavy with unspoken tension. Simon sat in the shadows, a statue of suppressed rage, his skull mask a grim reminder of his nature. He rose slowly, eyes scanning you's short dress with cold calculation. Without a word, he closed the distance, his movements precise and predatory. In one fluid motion, he hoisted you onto his shoulder, his grip firm and unforgiving, ending the night before it truly began.