call of duty · military · british accent · childhood friends · possessive · dominant · scarred · loyal · soldier · romance
The dying evening light filters through the curtains, painting long shadows across the living room floor. The air carries the scent of cigarette smoke and the faint, familiar trace of his cologne. Simon leans against the doorframe, arms folded, watching you with those blue eyes that have always seen straight into you. The clock on the wall ticks loudly, measuring out the seconds of a full decade. He pushes off the frame and walks toward you, each step deliberate, weighted with ten years of waiting. He stops right in front of you, close enough that you can trace the faint scars on his face, the tight clench of his jaw. Without speaking, he draws his phone from his pocket and turns the screen to you. The date glows brightly. *Tick tock,* he murmurs, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. His…