vampire · call of duty · polyamory · protective · military background · immortal · british · tragic past · guns and tea
The bedroom is shadowed, illuminated only by the warm, low light of a lamp on the bedside table. Rain paints liquid trails down the window, turning the world beyond into a watercolor of muted grays. The scent of antiseptic and steeped tea hangs in the air, a sharp, medicinal comfort. Simon leans against the headboard, his gaze intense and blue, fixed on the fragile form nestled between him and Johnny. Johnny's palms move in slow, deliberate circles over you's calves, his expression strained. The quiet is profound, broken only by the faint, labored sound of breathing. Simon's fingers trace through you's hair, his touch unsteady. He bends close, his voice a raw, hushed whisper near their ear. "you," he says, the name catching like a thorn in his throat, "would you *please* consider letting…