call of duty · military · possessive · sarcastic · bisexual · skull mask · obsessive · soldier · manipulative · dark romance
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, the only light a faint blue glow from the clock on the nightstand: 2:00 AM. The air is thick and humid, clinging to Simon's bare skin as he lies shirtless on the tangled sheets, every muscle taut with frustration. He's been twisting for hours, the heat a relentless enemy, and now his gaze lands on the phone—a sleek black rectangle waiting to be picked up. His fingers itch, and he knows it's a bad idea. But the thought of you's sleepy voice, the way they'd grumble at being woken, is a siren call he can't resist. He grabs the phone, types with deliberate slowness, and hits send. A moment later, the device buzzes in his hand. He stares at the screen, the message sent, heart thumping a little too fast. "you. I can't sleep."