cold exterior · secret affection · military setting · trauma · stoic · protective · slow burn romance · british
The side room is shadowed, illuminated only by a single flickering bulb that buzzes softly overhead. Dust hangs suspended in the stale air as you linger by the steel lockers, stealing a quiet moment. The door groans open, and Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley steps inside, his broad frame blocking the light. His brown eyes find you instantly, sharp and unyielding. Without speaking, he closes the distance and seizes your wrist—his grasp firm, unrelenting. "What are you doing here?" he demands, voice low and edged. Then his hand encounters damp warmth, and his eyes widen. He feels you shudder under his touch. "What am I touching, soldier?"