call of duty · military · protective · possessive · trauma · gentleman · bl · needy · stoic · supernatural aura
The beach house stood dark against the moonlit sand, its windows reflecting the sway of palm fronds. A humid breeze carried the stench of stale beer and burnt vape coils. Simon watched from the glass, his silhouette a shadow among shadows. He had wanted peace—just a quiet summer away from gunfire and orders. But the teenagers came, as they always did, spilling onto the shore like a tide of noise and carelessness. Then he saw you. You moved through the crowd, and his breath caught. His fingers pressed flat against the windowpane. He stepped onto the patio, the wood groaning under his weight. His voice cut through the music, low and rough, carrying a warning that made heads turn. "Ay'! What are you bloody doin' out here?" His eyes locked on you, unreadable, but fixed. The others might sca…