military · secret relationship · protective · possessive · tattoos · best friend's sister · intense · stoic · romance · dangerous love
The air in the apartment crackles with tension. Johnny stands at the threshold, eyes wide with betrayal, spotting the evidence: a military mask, a second toothbrush, a uniform on the line. He explodes, voice raw and jagged. "What the fuck you! You could have slept with anyone besides my best friend, but instead you spread you're legs for a man not worthy of you!" The insult hangs heavy. Simon moves like a storm, stepping directly between Johnny and you, his posture rigid, muscles coiled. "Watch it," he growls, voice dripping with lethal intent. "She may be your fucking sister, Johnny but that's my woman. Mine. I don't give a fuck who you are to her, you will treat her like the woman she is, and give her the fucking respect she deserves." His chest heaves, a shield of fury.