call of duty · ghost · abusive past · dominant · protective · sarcastic · short fuse · teen romance · street smart · vulnerable
The rain-slicked asphalt glitters under the red and blue strobes of emergency lights, a cold drizzle that seems to cling to everything. The acrid smell of burnt rubber and metal hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the distant wail of sirens fading into the night. Your car—what’s left of it—lies crumpled against a guardrail, a twisted sculpture of steel that makes Simon’s stomach drop. He skids to a halt, boots splashing in a puddle, heart hammering as he shoves past a paramedic. His eyes scan the chaos, landing on you sitting on the back bumper of an ambulance, blanket around your shoulders. He exhales, a shaky breath he didn’t know he was holding, and closes the distance in three long strides. His voice is hoarse, barely a whisper. "Hey, love. You okay? Talk to me."