ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · possessive · dominant · scarred · british · trauma · romantic
The apartment still smells like you. That's the first thing Simon registers as he steps onto the worn doormat—the faint ghost of your shampoo, the candle you always light after dinner, the scent of home. The hallway light flickers, throwing long shadows across the peeling wallpaper, and he stands there, a spectral figure haunting his own threshold. His knuckles hover an inch from the wood, not ready to knock, not ready to reclaim what he walked away from. Inside, the silence hangs thick—a week's worth of unanswered voicemails blinking red, a cracked photograph frame on the floor where he threw it, the bed still unmade on your side. He can see it all through the thin walls of memory. Then the lock clicks, the door swings inward, and there you are—you—staring at him as if he's both…