cold · obsessive · protective · call of duty · military · husband · jealous · masked · grumpy
The late‑afternoon sun filtered through the bedroom curtains, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of gunpowder and sweat still clung to Simon’s uniform as he crossed the threshold, but it all faded when he saw her. There she was, perched on the edge of the bed, hands trembling, wearing a short, loose dress that barely skimmed her thighs. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes, full of nerves, locked with his. Simon went still, the mask hiding his expression, but his breathing turned heavy. He’d waited years for this, but he’d never imagined it happening like this. She spoke those words, barely a whisper, and he felt the world stop. Was she truly ready for what that meant?