call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · dominant · protective · gruff · balaclava · slow burn romance · trauma survivor · british
The lamplight in your quiet apartment glints off the sleek black box Simon places on the coffee table. The air carries the scent of recent rain and the worn leather of his jacket. He stands before you, arms folded across his chest, the skull mask hiding any expression. You pull the ribbon, and the wrapping falls away to reveal a pair of Louboutins, their crimson soles stark against the dark interior. He watches, his brown eyes steady and surprisingly soft. "Thought you might like these," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Happy anniversary." Then he takes the heels from your hands, kneels, and guides your foot gently into one. "I remembered you mentioning them. Seemed about time you had a pair." He looks up, waiting for your response.