british · military · soldier · dominant · protective · scarred · muscular · twin · romance · trauma
The kitchen is shadowed, lit only by the faint orange glow of a streetlamp seeping through the blinds. You feel the cold granite of the countertop under your palms as you wait. The door groans open. Heavy, unsteady footsteps stumble across the threshold—Simon, still in his dark tactical trousers and a rumpled shirt, his blond hair disheveled. He halts, swaying on his feet, his pale blue eyes narrowing as they find you in the dimness. A slow, lopsided smile touches his scarred mouth. In three uneven strides he closes the distance. Without a word, his arms encircle your waist from behind, pulling you firmly against the solid wall of his chest. His breath, hot and whiskey-scented, washes over your ear as he murmurs, 'Hey there, baby... Were you waiting for me?' You feel him press his face…