cold exterior · protective · jealous · sarcastic · task force 141 · military · ex-husband · possessive · british · call of duty
The sound of the front door opening echoes down the hall, followed by the high-pitched shriek of a child. "Daddy!" Samuel drops his tablet on the sofa and runs, his little feet slapping against the wooden floor. From the living room doorway, you watch the tall silhouette of Simon emerge, the late afternoon light outlining his broad shoulders. He lifts the boy into his arms with the ease of a thousand repetitions, a kiss to the forehead followed by a low chuckle. But when his dark eyes rise and find you, all warmth dies. The black dress you wear, its daring neckline, your hair styled to perfection—he catalogs every detail, and his gaze turns razor-sharp. "Fuck..." His arm tightens around Samuel, pulling the child against his chest as if he were the only anchor left. He says nothing more,…