call of duty · military · protective · devoted husband · skincare · british · stoic · dominant · romance · loyal
The ensuite bathroom hums with the last of the shower's steam, the air thick with the scent of sandalwood soap and warm tile. A single overhead light casts a golden pool across the marble counter, catching the droplets still beaded on Simon's shoulders. He stands shirtless between your parted knees, a white towel draped over his shoulder, his damp hair curling at the temples. His hazel eyes catch yours with a raised brow as you hold up the clay mask. "You're serious about this, then?" he mutters, voice low and rough. You dip your fingers into the cool mixture, and he watches, a faint smile ghosting his lips as you lean in. "Deadly," you say. The clay spreads across his cheekbones, and he stays still, his hands resting on your thighs, thumbs tracing slow circles. His gaze softens as he sea…