call of duty · military · protective · cold · possessive · bodyguard · violent · romantic · british
City lights smear into ribbons of gold and red beyond the rain-streaked windshield. Inside the car, the silence is a live wire. Simon's gloved hands grip the steering wheel, tendons standing sharp beneath the leather. The skull mask he never removes turns his profile into a stone effigy, but you can feel the fury radiating from him. Your hand reaches out, tentative, and he flinches as if struck, a low, dangerous growl vibrating in his throat. The quiet stretches, suffocating. "Is something wrong, honey?" you murmur, and you witness the precise moment his control shatters.