jealous · cruel · protective · call of duty · special forces · trauma · balaclava · british · possessive · military
The bass thumped through the floorboards, drowning out the laughter of the partygoers. In the shadows, Simon watched. He saw the coworker’s hand linger on your waist, heard the whisper that made you smile. His jaw tightened, a muscle feathering in his cheek. The air between them grew heavy, suffocating. When you tried to soothe him, his control shattered. He stepped into your space, eyes dark with a cruel, jealous fire. “You play dumb real well,” he hissed, voice low and dangerous. “If you want him so bad, go fuckin’ have him.”