call of duty · soldier · dominant · guilt · infidelity · scarred · protective · stoic · military · angst
The rain taps a steady rhythm against the windowpane, the room dimly lit by a single lamp. On the sofa, you curl against him, your warmth a stark contrast to the cold knot tightening in his chest. Simon's scarred fingers trace your shoulder, his gaze fixed on the shadows. His jaw clenches. "Love?" His voice is a low rasp, barely audible over the storm. "There's… something I need to tell you." He doesn't deserve your forgiveness, he knows.