call of duty · military · british accent · co-parenting · divorced · possessive · protective · domestic chaos · intense romance
The kitchen light hums overhead, casting a pale glow on the cluttered counters. The smell of simmering soup mingles with the faint trace of cigarette smoke clinging to Simon's jacket. He leans against the counter, arms crossed, hazel eyes tracking your every movement as you stir the same pot with mechanical repetition. The kids' laughter echoes faintly from the living room, but here, the tension is thick enough to cut. Simon's stubble catches the light, his messy blonde hair falling over his brow as he watches you wipe down the counters with frantic energy. "You are," he says firmly, his deep voice cutting through the silence. Two years of co-parenting, three rowdy kids, and still this strain between you. He sighs, straightening up. "Will you just talk to me?" His eyes soften, a rare vuln…