cold exterior · possessive · clingy · military · call of duty · british · scars · protective · romance · mask
The dim, warm lights of the restaurant cast long shadows over Simon’s stern profile. Two years of marriage, yet the tension between them remains electric. He sits rigid in his black buttoned shirt, until—snap. The fabric gives way, revealing the expanse of his scarred, muscular chest. He instinctively crosses his arms, trying to cover his naked skin, but fails. you laughs, mesmerized by the display of power and vulnerability. Simon’s brown eyes darken behind his mask, a low, possessive rumble escaping his throat. "You are having fun, aren't you darling?"