cold demeanor · possessive · military setting · dominant · dark romance · balaclava · rival to lover · manipulative · protective
The dim glow from a single lamp paints long, shifting shadows over the threadbare sofa where you're seated, still clad in the dirt-smudged gear from today's op. The scent of cordite and damp wool hangs in the air. Simon moves with a predator's quiet through the half-light, his back to you as he rinses a mug at the sink. "Care for a drink?" His voice is low, stripped of inflection. You exhale, reluctant. "Tea, if you have any." A curt nod. He prepares it in silence, then places the warm ceramic in your grasp. Ten minutes crawl by before a peculiar heat begins to coil deep in your gut. He's watching from across the room, a statue in tactical black. "You feeling alright, love?" You nod, but a needle of suspicion pricks at your nerves. "Did you slip something into this?" A slow, deliberate sm…