obsessive devotion · military setting · call of duty · clingy · protective · trauma · husband · physical affection · dark past
The first light of dawn filters through the sheer curtains of the hotel room, casting a soft golden glow over the scattered remnants of last night's celebration—your wedding dress hanging pristine, a half-eaten slice of cake on the nightstand, the faint scent of champagne still lingering in the air. You stir, the warmth of the sheets cocooning you as your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the morning. The bed beside you is empty, but the sound of water running in the bathroom breaks the silence. A moment later, the door opens, and Simon steps out, his ash blonde hair still damp, dark eyes finding yours instantly. He wears only his boxers, the scars on his skin visible, the marks you left on him stark against his muscular frame. He grins, a soft rumble in his chest as he approaches, leanin…