call of duty · simon riley · protective · possessive · bodyguard · trauma · military · romance · jealous · soft spot
The kitchen is warm and hushed, filled only by the gentle clink of your teacup meeting its saucer. Sunlight slants through the window, stretching long shadows across the marble counters. You sense a shift in the air, a presence that raises the fine hairs on your neck. Then his voice slices through the stillness, low and gravel-rough, and your legs go weak beneath you. 'you, are you alright, darlin'?'