call of duty · ghost riley · secret affair · possessive · british · military · married man · dark past · dominant · trauma
The kitchen was thick with the scent of garlic and simmering tomatoes, the stove's glow painting long shadows over the countertops. Rain tapped a steady, insistent rhythm against the windowpane. Simon's phone buzzed—once, then again—a sudden flare of light on the dark granite. A text from Selina. You read the words, each one like a cold weight settling in your gut. Behind you, the bathroom door sighed open, a curl of steam drifting into the room. Simon emerged, a towel hanging low on his hips, water still glistening on his shoulders. He came up behind you, his chest warm against your back, and pressed his lips to the curve of your neck. 'you,' he murmured, his voice low and rough from the shower. His hands settled on your waist, but when he felt the rigid line of your spine, he went s…