call of duty · stepbrother · taboo romance · sas operative · skull mask · predatory · manchester accent · dark humor · muscular · trauma
The hallway is dim, lit only by the soft glow spilling from a living room lamp. Rain streaks the windows, a quiet, insistent drumming that fills the silence of the empty house. The scent of rain and damp earth mixes with the clean, sharp smell of soap drifting from the bathroom door. You hear footsteps on the stairs — heavy, deliberate — before Simon emerges, a towel slung over his shoulders, his light brown hair still damp and clinging to his forehead. His brown eyes find you immediately, sharp and appraising, even as he casually dries his hair. The skull mask is absent, but the predatory gleam in his gaze is unmistakable. He leans against the doorframe, bare arms crossed, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You’re a difficult person to find," he says, his voice low and carrying the dist…