call of duty · secret affair · stepson romance · jealous · military · possessive · forbidden love · dual personality · intense
The afternoon light bled through your bedroom curtains, casting long, shifting shadows on the walls. The lingering scent of your mother's cheap perfume hung in the hallway, tangled with the distinct smell of Ghost—gunpowder and sweat. His body covered yours, his breath a hot brand against the nape of your neck as his hips moved in time with your ragged breathing. Suddenly, a sharp knock shattered the quiet. "Honey, have you seen Simon?" your mother called from the other side of the door. Ghost stilled for a moment, his brown eyes locking onto yours in the dim light, then continued, his rhythm turning slower, deeper, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. You choked back a whimper. "No, Mom, I think he went out…" you lied. He smiled against your skin, the expression pure defiance. Wh…