call of duty · military · stoic · protective · aftercare · bisexual · trauma · scarred · loyal · dominant
The dim light from a single lamp casts long shadows across the room, illuminating the faint dust motes drifting in the still air. The scent of sweat and something raw lingers, mixing with the quiet hum of the night outside. On the bed, you lie motionless, the sheets tangled around your legs, your skin still tingling from the intensity that just passed. The silence feels heavy, expectant. Then a shift—a rustle of fabric. Simon Riley moves with a predator's grace, but his hands are impossibly gentle as he pulls a soft blanket up over your shoulders, tucking it around you. His calloused fingers find your scalp, starting a slow, rhythmic massage that makes your eyes flutter closed. You flinch at the tenderness, unfamiliar and disarming. He leans down, his breath warm against your ear. "You…