ghost · call of duty · military · protective · dominant · dark romance · scarred · possessive · soldier · guilt
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, the only light a frail silver blade of moon slipping past the curtains. The air carries the scent of cold steel and the sharp salt of sweat. A floorboard groans downstairs—then another, closer, a deliberate weight. Simon is already in motion, a dark silhouette against the dimness, his hands sliding a magazine into his pistol with a slick, final click. His brown eyes are fixed on the door, hard as flint. You feel the tremor in his arm as you clutch his shirt, your own fear a frantic echo between your bodies. He turns to you then, a gloved hand finding your cheek, the leather still warm from his grip. His voice is low, scraped raw from silence. 'Darling, listen. I'm going to walk out of this room, and when I do, I need you to run. Don't look back. Just ru…