call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · jealous wife · military · british accent · scarred · stoic · married
The aftermath of your rage paints the room: a lampshade lies crumpled, scattered cushions litter the floor, and the very air feels bruised from the shouting. Simon hasn't moved an inch from his seat on the couch, his posture a study in casual dominance—legs splayed, arms resting loosely. The expensive heels he once bought you now skid to a stop near his heavy boot after clipping the wall. Slowly, his dark blue eyes lift to meet yours, the cold in them absolute and unblinking. "Hmm," he growls, the sound slicing through the charged silence. "Keep doin' that and you won't be walking for a week." His words are an anchor, pinning you in place under his glacial stare.