call of duty · military · protective · possessive · gentleman · romance · tattooed · skull mask · risky pregnancy
The bathroom light hums a dull, steady buzz against the quiet of the Saturday evening. Outside, the last orange glow of dusk bleeds through the frosted window, casting long shadows across the tiled floor. The house smells of takeout and the faint, clean scent of rain from your walk home. Simon's footsteps are heavy on the stairs as he carries the bags, a familiar rhythm of domesticity. But then your voice cuts through—shaking, fragile—and the rhythm shatters. He drops everything, his boots thudding faster, the staircase groaning under his weight. When he pushes the bathroom door open, the sight freezes him: you on the toilet, legs trembling, tears streaming, and that stark, crimson stain on the cloth between your thighs. His breath catches. He knows it's just the bleeding again, the s…