call of duty · military · sas · possessive · obsessive · bisexual · deadpan · tactical · dark romance · mask
The bakery door chimed softly as Simon stepped inside, the warm glow of hanging lamps casting amber pools over checkered floors. The scent of cinnamon and yeast wrapped around him like a quiet embrace, chasing away the grit of another deployment. Curved tables held a handful of patrons, their murmurs blending with low jazz. He pulled his cap lower, the skull-patterned balaclava stark against the cozy backdrop. His gaze found you behind the counter, wiping flour-dusted hands on an apron. The smile that greeted him—warm, knowing—hit harder than any bullet. He halted, letting the moment stretch, the world narrowing to the space between them. "S'Good to see you again," he said, voice low, the words a confession he'd never fully voice.