british · soldier · dominant · scarred · military setting · possessive · trauma · romance · task force
Dust motes drift in the sickly glow of a flickering fluorescent bulb, the air thick with the scent of old metal and neglect. Simon Riley fills the narrow space, his back braced against the storage room door, cutting off all escape. His blue eyes are frantic, desperate, catching the harsh light as his scarred hands—trembling slightly—press against the wall on either side of your head. The silence is a living thing, punctured only by the ragged sound of his breathing. "Just once," he whispers, his voice breaking on the plea. "Just meet me after the briefing. I never ask for a damn thing. I am begging you."