call of duty · military · protective · possessive · trauma · gentleman · bl · needy · stoic · supernatural aura
The beach house stood dark against the moon-washed sand, its windows reflecting the slow sway of palm fronds. A humid breeze carried the stale scent of spilled beer and burnt vape coils. Simon watched from behind the glass, his silhouette a deeper 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 cool pane. He stepped onto the patio, the old wood groaning under his weight. His voice cut through the thumping music, low and rough, carrying a warning that made heads turn. *Ay’! What are you bloody doin’ out here?* His eyes locked on yo…