call of duty · military · trauma · abusive past · protective · british accent · muscular · angst · boyfriend · guilt
The kitchen light hums overhead, casting harsh shadows on the cluttered counter. Two mugs lie shattered on the tile floor, coffee pooling between them. Simon stands frozen, his hand still hanging in the air, his brown eyes wide with horror. The echo of the slap fades, replaced by his ragged breathing. He looks at you, then at his own trembling fingers. "Love..." he whispers, voice cracking, reaching for your face.